Getting back to poetry again, the first few poems were old, high school stuff from 1991 to 1993. The one about mountain climbing was in college, 1996 I believe. So I will stay in that range for a bit, that time in my life where I was left wondering for the answer…
why?
So enough rambling, this poem is part of a three part series. Hope you enjoy and feel free to leave comments good and bad.
All are welcome…
yeah, seriously all are welcome :o)

What a day
a point of return I thought was gone
as the men approached the dome
gather of thoughts and mishaps
the man with the gun was found.
sound of terror filled Dante’s hell
the agony of pain was the winner
mad drama was on the horizon
as faith was shaken by fear
an average afternoon at the bank
an average day of receiving money
greed defeated the norm
as the man stuck his gun in my face
no more of this as the sirens blast
an eruption of police filled the building
the plot was foiled at last
the devil lost at my expense
so much anguish,
I see
dim lights,
darkness..
forever in my eyes,
people’s hearts
show the terror
from
within…
if I could, if I could, if I could, if I could, if I could….
feel.
Your poem reminds me of some of the many reasona why I left the StL area.for The Bible Belt.
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yeah, St. Louis does have a lot of crime. It’s starting to get better but heck I am living on the east coast now so… lol
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You have some interesing writing here. Good work.
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thank you for the kind words, and thanks for visiting. more poetry to come..
well at least on fridays lol
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Reblogged this on kgbethlehem.
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