With streetlights peppering our nights,
We think we live inside the light.
The area that isn't within it's reach, however,
Is as dark as the darkest dying embers.
Every day has a night to follow,
It's still the same for Aphrodite or Apollo.
It won't matter which one displays their bravado.
It is concerning how not a day is passed
Without being brought down by the newscast.
The world we live in always manages
To remind us of all the devastating damages.
It's a miracle how we get through
These mornings that are buried in the saddest blue,
While also having the most warped worldview.
- Izzie. H
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Carnivals
PoetryLove is a dagger, as said by Loki. And life is a series of unfortunate events. Since it looks a tad too dark, let's switch it up. As I see it, life is a series of carnivals. And we're trying to make sense of all the chaos as we go.This is a book on...
