A poem.

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by ChariskCake

by ChariskCake

So...it's international poem day. So here's a poem.

Do you think there's good in bad

or light in the dark?

Do asking these questions make you glad?

Would your decisions make a mark?

Or would you just sit sadly

When everything goes badly.

The world is full mysteries

But why should we answer them?

Is it to fulfill these strange fantasies?

But the world isn't our gem.

Why do we still exist?

What is our actual purpose?

We're still getting lost in the mist

Are we becoming worthless?

Okay to be honest i have no idea where this poem went...bye