The scars, made jagged by regret
Are never to heal for these poor souls
When a twisted branch on the tree of life cuts them
Leaving a forever echo where words only buzz and hiss
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No matter what we do face in life, let us always give praises to the Creator Almighty. Thanks for sharing.
Your note has been very helpful in understanding this poem. You have captured the pathos of the situation so strikingly that it keeps haunting the reader. Do you think we can place this poem in the modern genre? (10)