Amidst the garden's tender grace,
I planted hope, a delicate embrace.
But the baby's breath, once full of life,
Withered away, a whisper of strife.
Everything in disarray, a tangled mess,
Reflection of my soul's distress.
Yet through the chaos, I find my way,
A resilient spirit is a price to pay.
For in the depths of darkness, I see,
The chance for growth, to set me free.
Though hopes may falter, dreams may fade,
Within me, strength emerges unswayed.
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Agony-Fueled Art
PoetryA Collection. "Agony-Fueled Art" is a collection that encompasses a diverse compilation of satirical, non-sensical, provocative, audacious, and, at times, serious and reflective works. Within its pages, you will encounter a myriad of thought-provoki...
