Hood up, head down
Plodding across the ground
Face mysterious
The public become curious
Hood up, head down
The misunderstood frown
Walking around
The soul never found
Hood up, head down
Strolling through the town
Ahead another rowdy crowd
All with heads bowed
Hood up, head down
Plodding across the ground
Heading home again
Tonight I have found enemy and friend
Hood up, head down
Once again...
This is the first poem I wrote which I was proud of when I was 13.
What do you think?
- Esjae x
I think this poem is fab, congrats on writing it at 13. Keep going :-)
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