I am broken in this world
In the tears and anguish I have dwelt
For each breath I take today
Just drifts as I fade away
Do I sit and think of what has transpired
Trying to forget what has hurt so uninspired
So regret can hold the stage at times
Whilst I wonder what good will for me define.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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