(this Morning I Cry) Poem by Kyle Schlicher

(this Morning I Cry)



1: 43 in the morning
the night is still

echoes of hatred

come tumbling

across

the sky

distant thunder grows close


(5-14-2016)

Saturday, May 14, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: hatred,people,society
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