So i just touched down Spore and im of course going to have an awesomely long post of the my trip in london, but i need to wait for my bro to start uploading the pics, so yeah. Anyway, i finally finished long time due work in progress!On the train on the way to Bath, the town where Jane Austen lived. And of course the perfect place to finish a poem, next to Stratford or the Globe that is
Anyway.

As I Stayed:
A story of change
by Zameer Husref

As i stayed and watched the rain,
i realized i felt no pain,
the wounds i once had known,
had healed and my skin had grown

As i stayed and watched the storm,
i took note of my new form,
things that would've hurt me then,
now make me laugh as i comprehend

As i stayed and watched it clear,
i now knew i had no fear,
The changes i see in all ways,
i look towards the rest of days

As i stayed and watched the sky,
i no longer had to lie,
the voice that i once had knew,
away had gone without a cue,

As i stayed and watched the clouds,
i was now not as proud,
Those who i had known before,
now appear as nothing more

As i stayed and watched the moon,
i no longer was in tune,
those whom i use to admire,
have long sine lost their fire

As i stayed and watched the stars,
i was now freed of bars,
The trees that stood rigid then,
now are hollow;i understand

As i stayed and watched the night,
i observed my new might,
the river that flowed and flowed again,
now lies stagnant ,still and stained

As i stayed and watched the dawn,
i was calm i did not mourn,
Those who i thought were true ,
were nothing as i thought i knew

As i stayed and watched the sun,
i was no longer forced to run,
those i valued in this life,
turned out to be a sacrifice

As i stayed and watched the day,
i now knew i had a say,
all is different;not the same
i was champion of the game

As i stayed and watched the rain ,
i realized i felt no pain,
Things change i understood,
and i was right;i knew i would.

~Endex~

The bolded line if my personal favourite. Srictly a Zameer Husref piece of work, if copied or plagarised in anyway. You will be hunted, you will be shot, you will be brought to a hospital and when you are in a healthy position, you will be shot again.Thrice.

Anyway this is only the 6th to the Zameer Husref poem archive, if u date back to the november posts, alone i sit on the first. Yeah that was number five, also a Zameer Husref work. what can i say? Im awesome.

Right the europe post should be up soone enough.