Update: I’ll only be posting once or twice a week now that school has started, but there’s a couple double features in the next couple days… Stay tuned for that!

Also: you know, never in a million years did I think I’d be writing this many poems during quarantine, but here we are. There’s just something about the midnight hour that inspires sorrow inside me, as I reflect on what I’m missing out during senior year and consider my lackluster romantic life. In any case, I’m glad that I ended up with this piece. It’s like my soul was screaming as I wrote it.

Inquires the capricious heart to the voice of reason:

I gaze at dazzling dreams dancing on clouds, promising possibility, 

Saturated with the hope of love and passion,

Humming to me, sweet as stardust,

But I am shackled to the dead, silent earth

Like a fallen angel forever separated from the light. 

Why must you torture me so?

Reminds the voice of reason to the capricious heart:

I see dreams tainted with poisonous failure,

Tear-sodden cheeks, devastated souls, and 

the howls of the lonely, dripping with sorrow;

You shall soar too high, catapulting into the wrong star,

Or miss the mark entirely, blazing like a meteor across the black abyss.

Better to be shackled than eaten by the darkness.