Questioning
Writing
Rain of Mortality
By Zoë Christianson I killed a tree writing notes last night,
but the question ravaging my mind
does not relate to the fine points of progressivism.
Even I, as little as I live, am too distracted to get this right.
Darkness Inside
By Lauren McGrathThis darkness inside my heart
Residing in my pitiless mind
A fuel to a fire of ever-burning odium
That cutting sarcasm of such cruelty
The cold cynical aura that never abates
What is it that filled me with such hate?