Tap, Tap, Tap

Tap, Tap, Tap

goes the keyboard of the person

who choses to witness the sadness of another

Tap, Tap, Tap

goes the tears that fall 

on the desk of a suicidal patient

soon to be hanging off a wall

Tap, Tap, Tap

goes the keyboard of the other 

calling them fat, stupid, and some others

Tap, Tap, Tap

goes the tiptoeing up the stairs to the attic in despair

of trying to beware

Tap, Tap, Tap

A message or 2

in the blink of the eye

she was tapping to fast for you

BOOM!

goes the click

of the gun

pounded into a son

or daughter of someone

Bye.

were the last words

to come out her mouth

all in favor?

for her doubts.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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