Poem: Faithful to the unfaithful ones

by Alex Dong | Student Contributor My thoughts are too much, it’s too fast. Pouring down, vomiting. I can’t write as fast as my thoughts coming out from nowhere. A man came up to me, stopped. There was a poor little thing on the other end of the leash. Man looked at me, without saying a word. He kicked that dog, that poor little thing. Still without saying a word, he walked across the street. With that poor thing, On the end of the leash, On the edge of his life. Advertisements Continue reading Poem: Faithful to the unfaithful ones