We had some major assignments to give, the first one was a set of poems. Don't worry I do other things then poems, but you have to start somewhere :
Awakening
One may find the inadequacy of the mind,
To be but a whimper of the soul,
Trapped in the meaningless void of emotions,
Desperate for freedom,
A mere sparkling jewel before it, yet unattainable.
A sad mind indeed
For it rots till eternity pities and blesses it
With sweet ending.
A fate with the taste of honey
As it flows through the broken pieces
Appeasing the burnt flesh of mercy.
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