I am Alive, A short poem

I am Alive
By: Ryan Beodeker

Gasping for Air, A short poem

Gasp for Air

By: Robert Orr

Here in these deep city lights, By Alyssa Seal

Here in these deep city lights
By: Alyssa Seal

I miss the trees and the ocean. I miss running with deer and the long, quiet, dark drives home late at night. The scenic backroads that occupied idle summer afternoons. I miss bonfires on the beach and late nights in the field. I miss watching the ocean rage as rain tears down and lightning cracks the sky. I miss the feeling of the grass between my toes. I miss standing in my backyard in the cold, letting go of the warmth of Summer and welcoming the Autumn and Winter to my home. I miss the feeling of a fresh breeze on my face, instead of the piss and dirt polluted stagnancy of this concrete hell. And I miss the view of the Earth outside of my window, instead of these towering manmade lights crafted to imitate the stars we’re told we’ll never reach.