Insane Newscaster

Insane Newscaster
By Bree S.

I grab an umbrella in the morning,
on my way out the door.
The newscaster poisoned many minds
with lies of a sunny spring day.
It's cold out there, so I put
on my jacket, and my
all seeing eyes view the
gray skies outside
above the concrete horizon.
The sun has been encased
in concrete as well, so there
will be no sunny days until further notice.

The rain pours down into
my mind, so I raise my umbrella
to fight off the cold rivulets
ruining the circuits of my brain.
I pull my collar more tightly around
my neck, because the wind is
a vampire trying to suck the
life right out of my throat.
I walk down the street, with
the hard sidewalk underneath
me, cracked like the sanity
of the newscaster.

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Mm. Yepp. Just some poetry. Hope you enjoyed!

 

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