Bombs
The old town is now unrecognizable
The school built by the hands of each villager
Has been broken into pieces
Homes that used to be filled by families that hoarded around the tv while eating their dinner
Are now empty
The garden once filled with flowers and vegetables that the children planted and guarded
Are no longer green
The 1 bomb, 1 bomb, 1 bomb
That’s all it took to destroy this old town
The town I once called my home
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sillyjello
Hey everyone. Poet and author here. To begin with, my name AM is meant to signify the many mornings I spent on writing my books. In addition, AM is also a name that a friend and I made up for fun when talking about my fictional character crushes (many have been there, am I right?). AM also protects my identity mainly because I can post work without anyone knowing who it is about or why did I write it. In addition, I also post poems on my Instagram account @poemsby_am. I hope you enjoy my poems. Thanks for reading.
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