Nothing's wrong with me
Open your eyes as you can see
Enjoying the moment while I'm free
Care is absent as it always be
I secretly descended
All my worries faded
Not eager to be seated
Didn't expect how it ended
Something pressed down on my exterior
It sent me a massive terror
Frighten by not being a prior
Needed help without a favor
I ascended stealthily
Moments later he shouted angrily
Exhausted enough then lay sleepily
That's when they show their pathetic sympathy
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POM POEMS
PoésieFeelings turned into words; squeezed from experiences (FINISHED since these were the thoughts from my young mind)
