Sitting at the corner, head rested on the wall,
Mesmerized by the darkness that spoiled the whole;
There's no single light inside this quarter,
No flashes or any flicker of a lighter.
Not too long, I heeded a stamp of feet,
Goosebumps, I'm the only one inside the grith;
I glanced on my left even if I couldn't visualize,
A knock from the wall, made me realized.
At first, it was only a hush under the bush,
Not until it became audible together with a loud smash;
What I heard from the wall were the noises coming from yours truly,
The blare on the other side were the mimic of my cacophony.
-Marxx Archer
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MAP #1: I Wrote This Under The Tree
PoetryMARXX ARCHER POETRY(MAP) #1 LANGUAGE: ENGLISH GENRE: LITERATURE(LITERARY PIECES), ROMANCE POETRY, TRAGIC POETRY, SPOKEN POETRY, INSPIRATIONAL AND MOTIVATIONAL POETRY, AND SHAKESEARIAN SONNETS STARTED: AUGUST 31, 2021 PUBLISHED: OCTOBER 12, 2021 RESU...
