Death

Rhymes are for the Living 3/2/18

(Today at my college of Central Michigan University, there was a shooter, at least two people died)

 

 

No rhymes this time

rhymes are for beautiful things:

 

love, nature, and friendship.

 

Not this,

fearing for the life:

 

of the woman I love

the friends I’ve made

the familiar faces,

that feel like home.

 

But home is supposed to feel safe

 

home should be games

making warm meals

laughing in the hall

 

not locking the door

close the blinds

have a knife nearby

 

somewhere between knowing there’s a shooter

and learning what happened

 

I cried,

 

and imagined my life

without every friend I’ve made here

 

No rhymes this time

rhymes are for beautiful things

rhymes are for the living.

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