He didn't mean to,
And never mean to,
Hurt someone out of the blue,
But that's what he been through,
As everybody just he is,
Not too hard and not too bliss,
Friends arrow seemed to missed,
One bullseye and the arrow was his,
One work through sweat and tears,
It's just too hard then he appears,
He even polishes what one fears,
Said that I only learned it by ears,
Unnoticed he grew the tree of doubts,
Watered and sunned with glory and fame,
The more he approached the faster it sprouts,
He felt it presence when sturdy it became,
He chopped one of the limb down,
Screaming I once had been chained,
It speak you still have your crown,
He froze the tree grew bigger again,
Keep on the tree grow and breed,
Thus birth an enchanted woodland,
It's uncontrollable his thoughts exceed,
Things are crawling out of his hand,
He lost in the middle of nowhere,
Not knowing he was in his own realm,
He can't move on he wouldn't dare,
He was shaking it's too overwhelm,
He lay down in the silence scene,
Waiting and hoping for someone come,
He stared deep into the green,
What in the world have I become?
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42
PoetryI will keep writing until the chapter succeeds 41 and precedes 43. P/S : I do not own any of the illustration in this writings
