Remorseful Me

Lost in a dream of who I used to be

Shuddering to think of what they see


Adrift in the ocean drowning in shame

As waves of sorrow silence my name


My soul weathered by the guilty air

Haunted by visions of judgmental stares


Tumbling like driftwood onto the shore

With emotional regrets left to endure


My salvation is felt close at hand

As I burrow beneath the tranquil sands


The key is death - death is the key

To save me from - my remorseful me


"The Fractured Ego" 

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This poem is denoted to capture the despair of depression and inner thoughts of death..

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