Shackled by no chain
Shadowed figure still remained
Shagged shape sheared of gleam
With nothing but dark and light
With nothing but eyes and mind
If I were a student, my professor would probably be yelling at me right now– “You’re late!”. For days, my mailbox has been nothing but chaos and I lost most of my emails. Good thing I’ve found my Writing 201 assignments. Now, for the late entry, here’s my Day 1 poetry sashimi. 🙂
PS. forgive my alliteration, it’s my first time.