By Hannah Myers, '23.
It’s interesting how
You never see the same sunset twice
I like forget other people
Exist in my world too
I like to skip
In the rain
And draw
In the snow
The faces of the forgotten
But now everything beautiful
Is faded
Faded from the beating sun
It just doesn’t stop, does it
Coming back day to day
To haunt us
To remind us
We’re still here
It’s hard to live
In a world that doesn’t love
It’s hard to love
In a world that refuses to live
All I see are people dwelling
Sinking in a muck
A muck in the beating sun
That continues to swallow
And never dry
Simply just
Eternal