1734.

You keep coating me
in your lies and wondering
why I keep drowning.

1733.

Stars hand out wishes
under the same hope that hangs
the moon by a leash.

1732.

The sky is a lure
that captures vision and holds
dreams hostage at night.

1731.

It's a wonder that
any of us survive each
year. Hatred abounds.

1730.

Tempers escalate
alongside those gauges in
a joint turn, horror.

1729.

This unrelenting
heat the fodder of so much
rage and destruction.

1728.

His heart sometimes feels
like a black hole always set
to steady hunger.