by Davia Doogarsingh
Do you know what I find to be truly harsh?
My existence is quite near to parched
And I do not know when it all occurred
But it abuses my anatomy like a strong liquor
Out into the wind-whirring night
The moon is gone, odd that nothing is in sight
So there I am, stumbling across a long and dimmed road
From the life I had been thrown at, rudely bestowed
My eyes begin to see the brightness from the objects around me
But my mind is saying no, that the light is not profounding
Inside my head plays a mesmerizing tune
Quite catchy and somewhat long, am I a loon?
What I can make out is that my reality is one all should fear
But I guess it is just what they say just for you to hear
Jeffersonville High School, 2016