This gluttony, this kebab and chips feast,
brings to the plate the one I call the beast.
This dark student is the pole of the light
one, and has come out on this unique night.
On this eve the studious soul’s asleep,
but if he were watching he’d surely weep.
He’s had his turn and the exam is done,
now time for the other to have his fun.
Although that’s said the middle one’s alive,
he’ll pull the dark one up if he starts to dive.
Far too much study makes a tortured mind,
far too much play leaves the senses behind.
Yes, I’m the balance of the three way soul,
an equal fair peace needed for the goal.
this poem eman to you?
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woah
like the rhyme and its uniquely written from other poetry i have read in a long while but i really like it
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