Twas a reprieve A time to rest A time to rebelieve That time is gone Is blown away How can we, this time retrieve? I see the children Laugh and play I see the hope within I see that though things will change The future is not grim.

In a Flash

This poem is the sequel to¬†Thunder rumbles This poem will be raw, and it will flow as it does.¬† I must release what’s inside, before it erupts. I usually write in rhyme, but now there is no reason. — In a flash, the dry forest was engulfed in flame, The fire spread fast, as it … More In a Flash