Warzone
a boom,
a crash.
I'm afraid.
You left me for a gunshot.
For all I know,
you could be dead.
Mommy is scared,
she cries all night now.
I just don't want to get the picture
of blood, read as the roses you gave mommy,
all around you.
I don't want to picture that bullet, heading to your head.
I don't want the image of a bomb,
tearing your limbs apart,
to haunt my mind.
Please,
leave the War Zone.
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