What is wrong? What is right?
That changes quite every night, what a constant fight!
In my sight, I see a flight,
Reaching out its way to its dreams and desires,
An engine made of doubts and cries,
Laying above the fears that grip and bind,
The portal, flying with a rusty-engined mind.
At last, she fell downhill,
Lost all the grace that she was yet to find,
Not a noble mind.
For she never tried to be the knight.
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poems of distress
Poesíawrote down how I felt at times. not beautiful to read but have deep feelings and messages behind. it's my first time writing 'poems' ig , also English isn't my native language so sorry if I made mistakes, kindly correct me there. thank you for readi...
