Black_Scenna

Rude's Den

I entered a hall

It seems happy and good

But above all

It’s a den of rude

While intruding the edifice

How I wish I’m in other place

Vicinity where I am in peace

And not in a zone of sham face

But my only option is to stay

To prove to them that I’m tough

That I could fight and not go away

I will strive even if it is rough

I’m becoming demented

Wishing I’ll be out of here soon

My patience is tested

Hoping that it’s already noon

I’m not delighted

Nor yearning to be in here

But the prize is needed

And I ought to conquer my fear