Poems from Spruce Street

dying light brighter than the sun

Poems from Vicky Edmonds’ poetry class at Spruce Street Residential Center.

My fears are people
Who laugh at me and my people
And hurt them,
Those people are what I call monsters Some died and others want to rise up And be the only hope for everyone
But I fear for my family
They are a beautiful garden that is dying I am the gardener
Healing my roots but death and sadness consumes them all
And I am the dying light
but I am brighter than the sun

-Aaron

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dying light…Spruce Book 2014-15

 

 

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