I lay on my deathbed
Breathing my last
As I see all my memories
Good and bad
All in a glance.
My life I believe,
Was not well lived
There was still room for more
But, still, here in my last days
I am filled with hope.
That in another life,
In another time,
We would Live Again
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Hi, everyone. This is very first poem that wrote when I was 13. This poem is to acknowledge the people who feel that no matter what they do, how much they work or focus or give their time, its never enough. And I just want to let those people do know, that you are doing brilliantly.
And its okay to leave some things unfinished. But always have hope that someday you could revisit it and complete the way you always intended to.
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Bold and Dark
PoetryHi, everyone. This is a collection of really dark poems that I wrote when I was in a very difficult phase. Hours of angry scribbling, broken hearts and unheard screams have gone in this little project of mine to bring to you the saddest poems ever...