I am 16 and live in Lancaster California. I attend QHHS for my 11th grade year. Poetry is something that comes to me when I sit alone on the rough or hill with only the wind for company. No Apparent Reason Laying in wait for something unknown.
People ask but all heard is drone.
Love and suicide run through the head waiting to live and thinking dead. Questions are asked with no answer. Whilst logic and fear run the world which no one can encounter. The world of mystery the world of hate. The world where no one does anything but wait.