Nobita's pov:
After getting punished I just couldn't take it and rushed home.
I started writing diary due to the emotional stress but ofcourse Doraemon didn't notice ....
And now I am here writing poems as a way to express myself:
Solemn solitude :
In solitude, the whispers flow,
My silent cries, haunting low.
Alone I roam, shadows fear,
Where sorrows dwell, death is near
The night, a mystic veil, fogs my mind
No going back, time won't rewind
A lone soul, for help it screams
Longing for warmth, in distant dreams.
In the night sky, stars that see
A lone wolf, well that is me
Yet in these highlands , I remain,
Interactions? No I refrain
Well what's that tempts me?
Biscuits with a side of cyanide tea
Just joking you dummy!
Or maybe not? Let's see
End-----
Well how did it end up like this, words just seem to flow endlessly as I dwell upon those bad experiences.
I didn't even know how to write these, my boredom led me to read those kinds of books.
Such a weird thing...
Author's note: Just a teaser to another chapter ig. Btw it was an original poem by me.