Poetry by Rebekah Easom

its raining hard with thunder bolts, and lighting with a thousand volts, you try your hardest to keep dry, it seems the rain wont let you by, yo

The earth is stained with human anguish, By such infamous deeds we can’t dismiss, Why should we all die in terrible torment, Or be stuck down at a

Into my memory As if for some unforeseen self imposed destiny Over which I hold no power I dream of time where I cannot control my movements By th