A Poem by Feiya Marie Rowland
The endless thoughts of fighting, shouting still remain in my head
Mind filled with despair
Bits and pieces of ash crumble apart to the floor unknowingly, without care
Hands clenched into one, waiting for a remedy
Hot air closing in this tight capacity
When will this be over, will we ever see the Light?
Or shall we fall deep, spiraling into darkness within.
-Feiya