Survive
I stood firm upon yonder baren cliff
Looking at the horizon, saluting to the chief
As the man I eyed had fallen to his knees
No tears rolling, nor smile made crease
My face akin barracks and the camp
Where the heart's in throat held like a lump
Now I'm the captain of my own dull soul
No choice but to take that heavy role
Taught a burden's a vast responsibility
Yet I bore it with seeming capability
To conceal, to calm my own unrest
A smile enduring, a frown suppressed
I'm now older than young and I'm awakened
After all I thought, I was mistaken
My own feelings in chaos, I can't control
Proudly intelligent in emotions' patrol
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What Have I Become?
PoetryA collection of poems during the Blue era. Poems are mostly based on my feelings and how I cope with anxiety, listening to folklore and evermore, and reading Edgar Alan Poe's poems.
