Poems By Raven E.

Monday poem

I see the fog, thick as snow

it drifts low to the ground

how far does it go?

does anyone know?

I can feel the gloomyness

This is going to be a dark day

how long will this last?

I couldn't say

I feel the dread

walking like we're dead

we make our way

to start our school day

I hear the small chatter

low sound like pitter patter

the rain feels like daggers

splashing against the concrete

The smell of rain and despair

oh what a pair

There's a stench of monday in the air

its monday so I dont care

The weekend is over so we are depressed

good thing we can keep our feelings repressed

well this is all I got