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[poetesspenguin]

A poem I wrote (by the way the text is just being weird; it's not like that on purpose):

I am but a lonesome traveler

On a long and weary road

All I look for is a happy place

That I might lay down my load

Once I happened upon

A place of much cheer

Each window was lit with happiness

And the inside looked very dear

A man with strong arms

Invited me in

Inside was much noise

But it was all happy din

He said “Come and be merry”

And for a moment I was

But I was soon to find out

What a great trick it was

After much conversing

The man took me by the arm

He said “Be gone loathsome traveler,

You have done me much harm.”

And with no more than that

He showed me the door

I’ve come to this place again

I know I’ve been here before

But my eyes must deceive me

For the place is now dead

A big gash is the doorway

From which all happiness bleed

The sadness of the place

Brings a faint tear to my eye

And with a heavy heart

I look up to the sky

All the now hangs there now

In the great midnight mass

Is a small and dim star

Growing faint, fading fast

So I set my foot forward

And continue down the road

It seems we’re all looking for a place
To lay down our load