Tue, 04/24/2018 - 03:00 -- aflo97

I breathe in.

I breathe out.

My fear is still here,

I can't make it disappear.

I toss & turn,

but his presence feels near.

I close my eyes,

yet the image is clear.

A man with a gun 

pointing at our window sill.



Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
My family


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