People rant, say what they will,
Not knowing the pain their words instill.
A weapon so sharp, can't you see?
It wounds deeply when used carelessly.It cuts through hearts like a thief at night,
A stab wound hidden from the light.
Words can topple empires, bring them low,
Or spark a fire to make civilizations grow.They build new paths, one at a time,
Yet burn bridges at the same time.
So pause and weigh your words with care,
For they might end someone's world fragile and rare.
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Echoes of Grief: A poetry collection during my depression
PoetryMy relationship with my father was far from ideal. Growing up, I never received the love or attention I needed from him, which created an emotional distance between us. I felt lost, without the paternal guidance I longed for. Then, in 2020, during t...