2AM

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.

 

A.F

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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