Hmm... What do you think about this poem?

Sitting in the chair regret
Remembering the times of despair
Blasphemy is what becomes of you
Shouting out the pain without a care.
Gasping the minutes
Holding on to those nights of terror
The seconds of scare
Seem to last for years
One tear.. Falling from the hour glass of life
Time winding around the segment of agony
Never letting go of the clock ticking fight….
 
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