misTULAng TULA

Poetry

When things went rough and difficult

When battles were tough without great result

Papers were crumpled, Pens are inkless.

Ideas were jumbled, Lines are senseless.

Here comes the elusion of thy self emotions

Here comes the obscure of thy self rage

Madness deep within your heart felt depression

Woe of thy humanity distressed in a cage.

Yet voices were potent as mighty as words

pens were fierce as majestic as birds,

If you were looped in this place of overcast sense

Write, and let the world know your existence.

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im taking this quite seriously now. ^___^¥