The world is a scary place tonight: A tidbit poem by me
It’s beautiful out tonight.
The river seems so peaceful.
I wish we were walking together.
Whole bunches of streets are closed.
Officer says “some kind of march”
The world is oddly quiet tonight.
I can hear the voices over a loudspeaker every once in
awhile.
Maybe down by the stadium?
I still smell pastries.
I might be losing my mind.
Too many sirens tonight.
And a train is just stopped on the tracks.
A bus almost scared the life out of me.
A young dad was playing hide n seek with his twin 2 yr olds
In
an abandoned mall courtyard
In
the darkness
Has it been so long since I walked home in the dark?
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