I was staring at the light above my head.
I waited patiently as to what would happen next.
Then suddenly, my body quivered
when I pictured two things in my head,
which was the moment I started to sweat from my head
down to my neck and shoulders.
Before the end,
I breathed heavily, and
picked the most precious item in front of me,
And by a snap, I heard a bang!
My body slammed to the ground in a split second.
I saw flashes of distorted images:
A body, a gun, and a room.
These are the three things I could remember,
It was I who held the gun,
The one who was left in the shadows,
Alone in a place I once called home.
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A Ludicrous World
PoetryA Collection of Poetry written by Kyle Patrick De Guzman It is a world filled with absurdity where only a few could understand and take. It is all real or could just be a mere possibility - for some. "Nothing is absurd as long as it is real and plau...
