Nothing to see but the world ending before me.
There is nothing that I can do
But sit and watch it from the side window.
So windy outside
I dare not go out
But it is oh so pretty.
My only source of light
Except for the occasional flashes in the sky.
Oh so dark.
I can barely see myself.
Thank God for the sparks in the sky.
But they are what led me here in the first place!
Damned sky, Damned storm!
Nothing to listen or see
Except for the ringing of classical music in my ears.
Please storm stop!
You are leading me down!
But you are so pretty, so tempting, so beautiful.
Such a pretty war.
I want to be in it,
But all I can do is sit and watch as the world ends before me.
–published by York Daily Record:Teen Takeover-January 2008 issue, and Articulations:Student Poetry on Life-Spring 2007