Writing

it is Halloween morning

and pouring rain.

wake up & look out the window -

When did our country become a monarchy?

When did it become an autocracy?

We vote, yes

But this new ruler

This new president

This new king

He’s broken law after law

Stripped away peoples rights

I look at the sky,

The clouds paint pinks and oranges,

The sun shines yellow into the skyline.

Does the sky care about things humans ignore?

The clouds stream tears of pollution,

I am by no means exceptional. 

It’s honestly incredible how hard I work to be mediocre. How much effort I put into being average. 

To have hope is to have a crown,

A pendant of confidence,

An oath to a future.

Hope is beautiful,

Occupies the minds of many

poetry is false

and i am fake, 

the world is spinning 

on an invisible axel

and i am screaming 

at the top of my lungs

out into darkness

with no one to hear me