Midnight whimper.

It’s after midnight.

I sit alone,

disconsolate,

as despite the fact

that the world

is such a mess,

and a 16-year-old

schoolgirl stood up a second time

to tell the world

what the youth thinks of

the mess we have made of this world,

I can not think of anything to write about.

what courage, and how necessary it was,

yet timidly in my veil of sleep,

I slowly write for a new universe;

one in which we will all be wiser,

and spread love like we meant it.