Eternal

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




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