Violence

Being alive Trying to thrive It is hard Be on guard Heads in a spin What World am I in? Thoughts come crashing A knife is slashing Blood is red Am I dead? No, it’s real Cos I still feel I want to be numb But that is dumb It’s life or death Is this my last breath? The attackers’ stare Their violence they share I fight for life But I’m in strife My eyes stop seeing My soul stops being The darkness grows The silence flows. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ©copyright Juanita Torr ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~