Title
Document Type
Poem
Abstract
Sadness reaps its belongings as my clouds– a cloak covers everything in darkness
forcing my inhibitors' eyes to shut and lulling them to sleep while the others who walk my land stay far from here not caring to oppose it
I tell my own story with each blown-away piece of rock, each shard of glass deposited in what will be just another layer of my sediment.
Recommended Citation
ymous, Anon
(2022)
"The World Is Grieving,"
Zeitgeist: Vol. 2022:
Iss.
1, Article 6.
Available at:
https://digitalcommons.imsa.edu/zeitgeist/vol2022/iss1/6