Your friends say that your sorry
For rants and pain you caused
And that you knew they meant well
While you built up all those walls
I can't help think you see now
That your friends were not alone
In a quest to save your future
Was a man where you called home
Fighting not against you
But defending a lost soul
Picking up the pieces
To make you feel whole
And now your visions clearer
I hope that you can see
Your foe was just depression
And was never me
Depression is a very difficult problem to deal with, both for the sufferer and their loved ones. Great write.
a beautiful piece sir.. absolutely phenomenal........ a brilliant poem from a brilliant poet so i guess i am not surprised.... thank you for sharing this fantastic poem, love, payal
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I would like to translate this poem
Fighting not against you But defending a lost soul Picking up the pieces To make you feel whole.. your foe was depression and not me...... life, love, relationship, its problems. all those you hve brought in, in this poem. thank you. tony