I'm filled with sadness and despair,
Overwhelmed by self-blame, it's hard to bear.
Feeling pathetic, I couldn't lend a hand,
Helplessly watching, I couldn't understand.
His eyes focused on the letter he wrote,
Tears smudging the ink, hurriedly he smote.
I said, "Confess it all, let your heart be free,
No regrets in your words, let them see."
Tears fell on the pages, a steady flow,
Like a faucet leaking, a friendship's woe.
Yet, in his eyes, not sadness, but relief,
To express his love, to find solace in grief.
After a long while, the last sentence was penned,
He folded the letter, his hands did tremble and bend.
Muttering incoherent words, lost in his mind,
I nodded, understanding his pain intertwined.
"Don't worry," I whispered, holding the letter tight,
Walking away, closing the door, out of sight.
His plea echoed, "Please," haunting the air,
Sobs and cries lingered, a burden hard to bear.
Leaving the place, the sign remained in view,
"Lunatic Asylum," a reminder of what I couldn't do.
Failing my friend, consumed by self-blame,
A painful reminder of my friendship's shame.
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Dean's Introspection and Poetry
PoetryI'm in my journey to self-discovery and understanding. I wanna do some introspection and allows myself for deep reflection and exploration of emotions and experiences. These poems are the reflection of my thoughts, emotions, life and experiences.
