Hope
By Jenna R
A soft breeze blows past my ear
It ushers in my greatest fear
Darkness fills the corners of every room
Sending our world to its doom.
No flowers sprinkled through meadows
No dusty flakes of snow
Floating around
No vines overtaking the ground.
The dark midnight sky
Looks like it was splattered with white dye
To resemble the bright stars
That will likely scar.
While we sit in silence
There is a surveillance
Of nothingness —
For knowingness can hurt.
The sound of the clock slowly ticking away
Indicates that hope cannot go astray
For action is key
As humans have a responsibility.