4 November 2015A Poem by Megan Lynn TocciMaybe it’s not.Maybe we’re all slaves to apathy. Maybe we’re all chained to emptiness. Maybe we’re all scared of things we cannot control like rushing water and the way I’ll draw the curtains just before the Sun sets because I’m afraid of the dark. Maybe its beauty is greater than my fear of the night. Maybe it’s not. ( m e g ) © 2018 Megan Lynn Tocci |
Stats
127 Views
3 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
|