My 2019 Poems

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Note: July 29, 2019. This was about a poem I read namely 'The Ruined City', I just got some of the ideas.

I lived in this place—
where people called it wrecked.
Surrounded by creepy crawlies,
which they find it scary.

I live with these people,
who were born way back the 19th century—
they think it was weird,
little did they know nothing.

I live in this castle,
'twas the home of the great warriors.
And those people was them—
their statues that was made by our town,
to remember their great deeds to this place.

I moved to this place,
cause they are my ancestors.
My family served them while they lived,
so I will also serve them— their statues, while I am still living.

But there's also one more reason,
because here, I am not judged by anyone.
Because they praise me; for my gratefulness
that is making them alive,
every full moon of the night.