When I get mad I think darkly.
Flames coming out of men.
Black, heartless, nothingness, twisters.
I feel like throwing the world into a trash can.
One man crashing everything in sight.
The black rose.
A black casket.
A cow producing black milk.
The sun falling out of the sky and the moon never coming up.
Black graffiti on every man’s heart.
The blind being able to see,
Those with sight becoming blind.

By Jaylon, age 13

(photo by FDB Graphics via flickr)

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  1. Mercedes

    Wow. Left me speechless. Perfect description of what I feel sometimes. Very philosophical ending. THANK YOU FOR SHARING YOUR MASTERPIECE!



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