Troubled Mind Rages
as the moon rises
mimicking the high-noon sun
the air thickens
steel-force
and cuts
through life
in bits and pieces
like light through fog.
screams echo
down lonely town streets
as cement makeshift sky
reflects the sun
hours before its own rise
and wishes of help
blow cold
on a windless night;
a gasp of breath
rises and dissipates
like steam from nearby asphalt
as eyes close
one last time.
(this was about a murder, in the town I live, where these things don't happen... the man murdered his step daughter before dawn people heard her screams and couldn't see his knife but by time they got there it was too late, and he then turned the knife on his wife as she tried to flee in the car)
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