Monday, 16 April 2018

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

I wanted to stay
but there was no place
   out the door
      and it hurt
   I turned away

The door opened
I ran inside
   and closed the door
Finally I released him

You weren't supposed to come here

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