A Collection of Horror Poems.

Canons

Canons shooting everywhere

Here and there, and here and there

He could hear them in his ears

His parents asked, "You can hear it, but where?"

He told them "Mama, in my head!

It's so loud, and so very dead,

It goes thumping and bumping all day

It even does it when I go to play!

Now I think about it,

I strangely remember,

A thundering sound, like a tremor,

It shook my whole world,

And boom, there was pain!

Right, a gunshot,

Right to the vein."