The Next Mourning’s Dawn
By Megan Reale
The sun rises
a great fire roars behind
it
Explosions,
un-Godly noises
Thunder pours from
quickly forming clouds
A shadow is cast
from which cries begin to
be heard
Fallin angels come crashing
down--
sounds never to be forgotten
Snow falls
from ashy, gray skies
Humanity falters
The cries of heavenly bodies
plummeting into an abyss
none can recognize
The Shadow reigns down,
Darkness falls
What will the next sunrise
bring? |
60-Year Week
By Megan Reale
Friday I hugged my mom
ate a brownie
talked to my best friend
Saturday I left at 9:00
p.m.
went to a buffet
had more to eat than I could
handle
Sunday I read a great book
went to a poetry reading
heard a fantastic new song
Monday I painted my fingernails
curled my hair a new way
bought a new gold watch
Tuesday I went dancing
met a new guy
got home late
Wednesday I went to school
took a test
got way too much homework
Thursday was my mom’s birthday
I went to the store
made her dinner
This was an average week
Mostly ups but some downs |
Friday I was taken from my
mother
given half a bowl of soup
was put on a train with
strangers
Saturday we left at 5:00
a.m.
went on for hours
no food or water for anyone.
Sunday they took my favorite
book
wouldn’t let me write
stopped me from singing
Monday they cut off all
my nails
shaved off all my hair
pulled my gold-capped teeth
Tuesday I worked in the
fields
hard work for only us women
we got back late
Wednesday I read part of
the Cabbala Anna smuggled in
tested my knowledge
I welcome the distraction
Thursday was my mother’s
birthday
I prayed for her all day
I cried throughout the night
This was an average week
Mostly downs but some ups |