Reid@YWP

Inspiration is a fickle thing.

It toys with my emotions.

Fool's spring,

it instills false confidence,

making me feel like I

could change the world,

sitting on my couch

in my flannel pants

Someone asks me, “what is your favorite book?”

I say, “I do not know.”

How can I choose?

How, in this world of 

thousands upon thousands

In order to live, the human body needs three things:

Food, water, and air. 

In order to thrive, the human body needs just a few things:

Shelter, love, and care. 

The clock is ticking, the Earth is crying,
A world once lush, now slowly dying.
The skies are choked with smoke and dust,
The oceans rise, the forests rust.

I'm so mad I can hardly write poetry anymore, 

every word rushes out and tumbles down, 

knocking the inside of my skull,

a dull roar that follows me to school and home again.