Midnight Horror The crisp spring morning no ones awake. My house lye dead in silence from sleep. My horror to the bang of the loud and echoing gun. The silent bodies lay covered in their own blood. The noises of bang from the shotgun ring in my ear. My house lye dead in silence from sleep The crisp spring morning no ones awake My Midnight Horror
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem in what todays homes become from the gangs after thier
run of the bout shootings. I one lived in aplace where this was normal and it wasn't
preaty.
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