To The Young Who Want To Die by Gwendolyn Brooks Sit down. Inhale. Exhale.The gun will wait. The lake will wait.The tall gall in the small seductive vialwill wait will wait:will wait a week: will wait through April.You do not have to die this certain day.Death will abide, will pamper your postponement.I assure you deathContinue reading “April 27th, 2021 – National Poetry Month”
Cassidy B. Charles 