Poems from MorgannMcRoss
We see it happen
Do we do anything?
Once.. twice.. thrice
We see it happen
Are we to scared to help?
Do we do anything?
Could it happen...
The sky looks dark
The sun comes out but cannot be seen
The coughing begins
The air is as thick as soup
The sky looks darker than night
My...
I sit alone
Staring at a blank canvas
The power to create anything overwhelms
I feel like a child on Christmas day
The paints feel smooth...
Can you hear it?
The sound of them crying
They want to be heard
We all want to be heard
But the shadows come
They cover us until we cannot...