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Tag: Poem

Polluted

Our world is burning; the flames fanned by rhetoric. The old continues overshadowing the new. We’re exhausted from the cynicism. Campaigns of unkept promises. We want to retire the unchanged.

Momentous Hope

There is a vibe I cannot explain. I continue watering the dying tree; the autumn morning is a little darker. Last night, I watched a spectacle between two grumpy elders. […]

Descent

Another equinox descends;we’re still waiting for the rain. I look around my neighborhood;life is dwindling to nothingbut abandonment and despair. Autumn winds blowing trash on my lawn.Smoke and ash paint […]

Another Fall

With every misstep, we have reached the Autumnal Equinox. The atmosphere barely resembles the sky. Thoughts reeling from left to right, the scale displays our disproportionate burdens. Will the rain […]