Random Poems

No more.

I'm done with the practice works. Now just complete gibberish of my own creation.
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In the rundown confines of a house
I stood, and looked from within.

On the muddy road to a safe haven
I stood, and glanced the other way.

Why does my mind torment me?
Why does the weather stop me from advancing?

The words of a noble sits in the air until the court is out, and the deeds of a poor man is just forgotten once it's passed.

Why am I the one to bear the pain?
Why is it my work that is scrutinized?

It's my doing, my work, my blessing, and my heart ache that keeps me alive.

We all hold onto the precious things in life, and we don't understand how people want us to give them up, but we did it to others so long ago.

Why is it I who is to leave my place of laughter?

Why is it I who must leave behind everything?

Why isn't it just here, my home, my life, my everything.

Why is this the broken road? Why is this the fallen path?

Who has called me a sinner? Who has said I live in filth?

I myself am living like a king in his castle, but only I can see that.

I am living like a king, but no one else will accept that.