An idea aroused again In the very hope to become li’l sane An idea has aroused again As a solution to this disordered mind or brain
the plan is to write some rhyming line with figure of speeches just quite fine fine enough for it to sound good for the readers to digest this thought food
but is it really gonna work or just another hopeless lurk lurk for the desire of some applause by the disordered one’s owning restless minds without pause
by the end of this confusing rhyme I hope to reach to a certain time Time in which I need no more thinking Time in which I am almost sinking Into the unknown but awareness quite bright Into the darkest of myself with a conscious light
In the last rhyme of this poem I would let it be known If the idea is working on its own If the flowering is possible with this lil seed sown
This is last rhyme here The result is what we both fear Yes it has not worked it seems Not so easily does anything redeems
Depressing isn’t it as you read No writing doesn’t solves problems mind-fed. But yes it triggered certain inner peace Which is on the level where words uselessly cease.
the winds are becoming numbing needles to my skin again. the whistling of the night is entering the day covering up the sun to my happiness. the bullying was a distant memory from my mind now fresh to my soul.
My Principal is forever ready to explore New things from students who implore And set a new goal for them to outscore In their own life. He is ready to restore Intellect and discipline in school therefore Stands out and