I made my first poem...you are allowed to shame me and also,
it's dark. quite. dark-.
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The Story of ‘Uhh’
Uhh. Uhh, a man of uncertainty and doubt.
All that ever escaped his mouth was,
‘Uhh.., dunno about that.’
His days passed all while more his questions came more clear
Obvious to him, the end is near and that there’s no going back.
Uhh’s motivation plummeted to the ground, bed-ridden to a mattress of loath and despair.
But deep in his head, all he dreams is a helping hand.
By the time Uhh reached ripe,
His confusion resulted to a redemption
As he hunched up to the step, wrapping a rope to his neck
Uhh saw the light glistering above, his path for recovery has come
And Uhh hung dead, saved.