I Must Find It.

A blanket of smog
and smoldering acid rain lit the city sky
a bleak and meaningless gray.

It made her sick to her stomach.

Will they ever find paradise?

Reviews

[Ashley Campbell]

I really liked the last line to that. Knowing you personally I didn't really know what to expect but by the sound of the first few lines it was vampiric(I know this isn't a real word). The last line puts a weird emotion to the poem, I like it^_^.