Shit Poem VII

In the depths of despair, where shadows roam
Free from the chains of pride, I find my way back home

The stench of regret, a pungent smell
That clings to me, a constant reminder to dwell

On the what-ifs, the maybes, the could-haves
The ghosts of love, of loss, of shattered dreams that wave

In the silence, I hear my heart
A melancholy lullaby, a mournful work of art

The darkness whispers secrets, of a life unlived
A bittersweet reminder, of the choices I’ve given

In the stillness, I find my voice
A whispered promise, to make a different choice

To rise above, to shatter the pain
To find solace, in the love that remains

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