Leaning against my chair
Listening to the radio
Gleaming at my window
Cuddling my blanket
Seemed like a nice day
Until my world was broken
Shattered glass was scattered
My fate had been unraveled
We were face to face
The killer and myself
Her hands were full
A knife in one hand
My mother in the other
Her limp body hung from the woman's arms
Her face and mine both rather alarmed
The fiend took a step closer
It very much seemed over
My mother's blood shed
It made an aggravating padder
All over the kitchen floor
And I didn't care at all
Even if she was no more
I will play my own drums
No one will dare to interfere
As I played a splendid rhythm
To out do all my fears
As I stabbed my attacker
Right in the heart
I had to remark
"Just as Shakespeare had put it
Hell is empty
And all the devils are here."
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Restless Nights
PoetryAll of us have our faults, and all of us are not flawless. However, we must embrace our perfect imperfections. This story is my attempt of embracing my own literature. Whether it is intriguing or not, I will let you decide that on your own. I very...
