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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