Night fast approaching.
Sitting in chairs looking on at the mound of wood.
An elegant bird rising destined to fall.
Then a light.
Small yet growing fast.
Then in a second the bird catches.
Burning as bright as the sun.
Night fast approaching.
Sitting in chairs looking on at the mound of wood.
An elegant bird rising destined to fall.
Then a light.
Small yet growing fast.
Then in a second the bird catches.
Burning as bright as the sun.
I find it absurd that the President is doing so much bad I no longer have the capacity to feel any more.
I have become
numb
numb to the fact that this man has broken so many laws you can't even count them.
When I first saw the news that Charlie Kirk had been shot I was scrolling through YouTube so I paid it no heed. Then I heard people in the hallways talking about what had happened.
YWP to me is a safe place for young writers to share their opinion where they are not pushed down, instead they are lifted up high.
Comments
What a gorgeous piece. Keep writing
Thank you!
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