Harsh Reality
By: Katie Schwarz
Is this a nightmare?
That I will soon awaken from?
Or is this the reality that I must face?
The days are cold and long without a warm reprieve.
The birds have stopped singing,
And the flowers have stopped blooming.
As I face the harsh reality of death,
I look for hope in glass bottles and smoke filled rooms.
My thinking behind the creation of my poem "Harsh Reality" is that I wanted to write about a meaningful subject (death) that others could possibly relate to. I have never personally looked for "hope in glass bottles and smoke filled rooms" but I know individuals who have chosen alcohol and drugs as a way to cope with the loose of a loved one.
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