Neighborhood Watch
Poetry: An Honest Reaction To Injustice
“Do not go gentle into that good night.”
The sight of light beams on high seem to tell me otherwise.
What lies beyond the shadows of trees?
The pitch dark sky leaves one’s mind to wonder:
What good can come from this late night hour?
Sour skittles and ice in hand after long walks and short stops at 7-Eleven.
Never lessens the uneasiness of…