I’ve tried to write a ballad: a poem of 14 lines. Hope you enjoy my poem!
The world is so stark, yet bright
For tormentors it seems all right.
Blood sucking perils of this dastardly globe
Succeed through the ongoing slope.
My stark, bleak future and nostalgia of today………
But still there’s no one to bother
In this evil, yet; good, cold and old Universe
Maybe worse things with me might go reverse.
My reality: I’m alive
With a hope that I just might be the right person for others to strive.
But why is it that I’m always left alone?
Won’t anyone shed a tear for me when I’m gone?
That’s it, damn on me, I was born
But I’m getting adjusted……and have new things to learn.