Echoes
off the walls
off brick
and cinder block
gunshots, the cell closing
six lives gone
lost
plus the children
plus the parents
plus the ones who cared
plus the ones who were only maimed
plus all those who didn’t know and never will
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
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November 3, 2008 at 7:15 pm
poeticgrin
The truth here echoes along with your words… how sad.