Bad Poetry Friday

The following poem “Comforting Words” makes an appearance in my manuscript Valentine, which was inspired by an attempted murder I witnessed in high school, Valentines Day 1998.


Comforting Words c. 2/1998

Forget tonight, the detective said

as memories danced inside my head

It’s okay, my mom spoke

but I still see all of the smoke

Dad says everything will be alright

yet I can still see the gunman’s eyes

You are not alone, the Pastor cried

but I am alone, with the gun and with night.


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