Better Days
Darren Jackson, 17
The world seems to be engulfed in gloom
Weather oscillating from a lot of sunshine to slim
Like flowers would never again bloom
And for the human race, good times will never fall upon them
Sickness spreading like a wildfire
People that are known across are dying
The air within is feeling like it’s running out as if we were tires
2020 is starting to look like just another bad year, but we have to keep trying
And press on, we have surpassed things of this sort before
At the end of every tunnel is some sort of light
We must be more persistent than waves that crash on shores
Or a bold brave boxer fighting in a ring for his life
All bad things must come to an end would be a fitting statement for this time
And when they do, we won’t need lamps or street lights, because we will naturally shine
Artwork by: Maya Murry, 17, she/her
We’re Dead When We Decide
Through my art and writing, it has always been hidden patterns in reality that inspire me. From blizzards in Pennsylvania to sand-tornados in Arabia; freckles in an iris to spots on Jupiter, patterns anywhere, everywhere, are my medium.
