The Admin has been found. With the Police closing in, she needs to take the Free Harbor server and run.
The Admin has been found. With the Police closing in, she needs to take the Free Harbor server and run.
This is by far the darkest of the three recently posted poems, ending on a bitter note instead of a positive one and covering a much darker topic than growing up. I feel it fitting to assure you that this is not my current mental state but is instead the result of the way things were for me a little while ago. Please Enjoy
Poetry is not my strong suit. I can only write it when I’m in a certain mood, and as a result, all of my poetry takes a much darker tone with more focus on mentality than my other works. I want to pause here to assure my readers that this poem was written a few years ago, and even when I was writing it, I had moved past the point in my life when I was feeling this way, so this poem is not reflective of my current mental state in any way. Now it’s just an interesting poem I wrote.
Enjoy!