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Dishonoured and disgraced the angel of
Death crept up on me in my walk of shame.
To put an end to my name and take the breath
In my lungs, spill the blood in my veins,
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my soul is wounded by constant arrows of depression. I am a man with no purpose, no reason to continue to exist but the pain in my heart remained and in my Mind echoed your name and the guilt of my transgression. Regrets and guilt feeling can destroy us psychologically unless and other wise we grow beyond all that.......... a very nice poem. a thought provoking poem.. thank u dear poet. tony
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7/21/2025 9:38:18 AM # 1.0.0
A refined poetic imagination, Brendon. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.