'Worthless brat!'
He screams at me
As I shield myself
From the oncoming beer bottle.
I can feel my air supply being cut off
As he pins me to the wall by my collar.
The last words I hear before I black out are
'Police! Put your hands up!'
I feel hope fill me
Before everything fades.
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Poems
कविताJust poems a wrote. Yes these are original, if you use them, please give credit.
