by Mackenzie Connolly
We in this macrocosm are a dispute to this humanity.
There is no tempest here; for we escaped reality with a gentle touch and glow.
The gravity here is weightless, and strange. We are aliens in an extraordinary world
filled with years of love and hate, and we only have each other for this withdrawal of
No other human has traced this reverie like I have.
I become a child, and I look to this terrene’s star; a heartfelt touch of a clandestine lover.
There is no guilt here.
Author Biography: Mackenzie Connolly is a seventh grade student
at Lakeview Middle School and plans to study history in college. She
enjoys writing, music, and playing video games. She gets inspiration
for her poetry from her teachers and reading other poets.