The man,
Sits in joy,
He had found a place to stay.
But the inhabitants suffer,
And spill tears of anger,
Of the man,
Sitting in joy.
While he enjoys the benefits,
Of the home,
The inhabitants feel hatred
Of the man,
Sitting in joy.
He drifts off to sleep,
While the inhabitants stay up all night,
Dreading,
Of the man,
Sitting in joy
-angie
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PoetryThe title is pretty self explanatory. I write here when i feel the need to express myself. Most are raw. Some might be edited. Some are poems, some are short stories. If you want to, I'd appreciate if you supported my other stories.
