THE NEWS

Screaming inward
Stopped mid-forward
Thick black mass
Blocking my pass
In part believing
Through it I’d be leading
Sand slipping through the rocks
Listening to the tick of the clocks
Witnessed misunderstanding
Robed me of my feelings
Woke me from my dreaming
Reaction in my screaming
Part of me believing
I was not sleeping
Head resting on a pillow
Moon outside my window
©Elizabeth Dominguez