If I'm not upset
What am I?
My world lost its balance
The eve I lost my eye.
It's been long
Tripping and slipping
Scars and patches came along
It seems the guardians have been sleeping
I search for things where they don't belong
For they're forever absent where they belong
Men in the sea and fish in land
Satan all around.. would that god would guide my hand.
My thoughts are scattered across the land
Yet at times they form a single band
But a band could very well be a gang
And so here I stand from a rope about to hang.
By: Number76
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My poetic diary (2019)
PoetrySo this is just a continuation of my old poetic diary. It's a lot better than last year's that's for sure. Ehehe~ I hope you too think I've improved. And thank you thank you so much for readinggg!! *Psst also check out @ElyDebora, she's the one put...
