National Poetry Month 2018: Blackout Poetry #16

Blackout Poetry #16 I couldn't go home. I could be alone.    I'd have to think.       so guilty       it was eating me up inside          He'd been killed by me             Nothing I wanted to stay but there was no place    out the door       and it hurt    I turned away       crying The door opened I ran inside    and closed the door Finally I released him You weren't supposed to come here