Poems from jrchavez333
Somewhere between heaven and hell,
her mind’s cocooned to the confines of a purgatory.
Sweet honey teardrops roll from a glistening well...
It’s a Monday morning, and I am fed up.
My teacher babbles on and on
in his nasally, monotone voice,
versing the same damn elementary...
The human race, it seems to me,
was doomed from the start.
Manifested into these fleshy,
damn near useless hunks of meat,
we were destined...