Reid@YWP

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. 

I have always loved the stars. 

When I was little, I remember 

locking myself out at night. 

The starlight shone down  

on the ground below, 

You look like a poem 

I wrote at night 

the stars are trapped inside 

those eyes of yours 

and I can't seem to look away 

You look like a poem 

I wrote at night