I lay in my bed
I hear the sound of sirens rush by my window a lot
I pray and hope it's not too serious
Did someone fall, break an arm?
Was is a heart attack?
Did someone die?
I hear sirens rush by
Who is it?
A son or daughter?
Mother, father?
Sister, brother?
A husband or wife?
It was someone's loved one,
that much is guaranteed
It could be someone's friend
Was it someone's support,
their last hope?
It could be a good person
Would they have been the one to cure cancer?
Or is it someone who had taken someone else's life before?
But even they were precious once,
Someone loved them too
Their death would cause someone pain too
Pain is what I hear,
Carried through the air with the sound of sirens
04/14/12
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Poems (2012)
Puisi...And I unleash unto you, more torture. I never bothered with poetry before October 2011 and I didn't think I would have bothered with it after those last few poems in December. My poems are crappy, I say it all the time, but I'm kind of looking fo...
