𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃,
𝓉𝒽𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔,
𝓇𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝓎.
𝑅𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓁.
𝒜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔,
𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃.
-𝒯𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹 (𝟧𝑀𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈)
𝐹𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝒾𝓇,
𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓈𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝓎,
𝒯𝑒𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝓎?
𝒪𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓈, 𝒶 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹.
𝒯𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇'𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝑒𝓎𝑒.
-𝐸𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝑅𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇 (𝟥𝟤 𝑀𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈)
𝐸𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓈,
𝐿𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎,
𝐵𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓇𝓎,
𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓊𝑔𝒶𝓇 𝓅𝓁𝓊𝓂 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎.
𝐼𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒,
𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝓃𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓃𝑜𝓉𝓉𝓎,
𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑔𝑔𝑒𝓇-𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎.
(𝓎𝑒𝓁𝓅𝓈)
-𝑀𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓈 (𝟦𝟣 𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈)
I found these poems while I'm going through my posts in Nerd Fitness. This was when I started completing steps on the app, Walk to Mordor and I wrote poems when the mood strikes me after reaching a destination.