As I begin to write this poem
here in creative writing class...
It's all over now...
The debonair lives that we've lead, the...
I'd arrest you if I had handcuffs.
I'd arrest you if I had the time...
What is this-
this dark abyss...
Blood and bullets.
Bullets and blood...
Warily walking through the woods,
fearing the highwaymen of Hell...
Wolves in sheep's clothing,
surrounded by lies...
My eyes are blind-
my hands are tied...
My life is filled with yesterdays.
Days of laughter...