Lost GenerationA Poem by Megan Lynn TocciWe fall asleep to the white-noise of gunshots on screens.We are the children of a lost generation. We're the ghosts of a time when the world was painted with light in the seams. Whispers of war become so damn expected that it all sounds the same, we're not listening now. We fall asleep to the white-noise of gunshots on screens. ( m e g ) © 2018 Megan Lynn Tocci |
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2 Reviews Added on March 12, 2018 Last Updated on March 12, 2018 Tags: megan lynn, meg, poetry, typewriter, poets, prose, millennial, generation y AuthorMegan Lynn TocciBoulder, COAbout2018 Bachelor of Arts: Political Science with a History minor. 2017 UNCO Bookstore Contest Short Story Winner. 2014 National Scholastic Writing Awards Silver Medalist. 2014 Denver Women's Press Cl.. more..Writing
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