White She doesn't torment me with regret, She simply seeks to acquaint me with reality. My pain is made with gentle hands, That seek to remind me of my own fragility, It flows like ether within my cusk, And makes me aware of my retched mortality. My sorrow is a gentle breeze, In the morbid silence of a lonely night, It gently tugs my stringless kite, And drives my broken wings to flight. ©KhaultiSyahi #Couple #khaultisyahi #my #mentalHealth #iam #depressed #mentalsickness and #me #MyPoetry #mypoems me as a 😶🌫️depressed Poet ✍️
