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Insane


 

                          H O V E R I N G

NOone saw that                            near

was a person of

Chaotic Distress

thirty minutes in

it was time to be heard

his friend  pulled the triggers

to try and fill the

 

Loneliness.

 

But in reality

no amount of

Death

can Repair the

Broken Mind

Every SHOT fired

lengthened his time

he was so

 

Lost.

 

Every

Step

you could hear a                                                                              

                                                                                                                   Mile Away

 

even though gas and screams

Blurred

our lives that day.

 

every news channel was

Quiet

and all the homes remained

Silent

But when the death count reached twelve

Mr. Holmes awaited a trophy for his shelf

but why.

 

because we live in a world of psychotic

activity

and we live in a world of charismatic sensitivity

because when it's all set and done

there's always one

still ready to run.

Because there's no dodging it

or hide behind it

no it's not the prodigy child or rowdy and wild who's thrived in it

The one responsible cannot be decided

just the people affected,

they've been so misguided

 

One hundred eighty one bullets later

He pleaded “Not Guilty”

because his level of insanity had diminished to little but now he

 

Walks.

 

between more than just stone and guards.

 

Does 12

Life Sentences

Serve You

The Right To

Be who

You are?


By Kaitlyn Crawford

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