Louder Than WordsA Poem by NevilleTell me why I don't like Mondays......Louder Than
Words Long arm Short sword Lots of little
body bits Lay scattered on the floor Teeth clench On knotted cord Getting even
settling scores Shards of broken
glass lay littering the floor Eyes closed Nails bitten to
the quick Kidney punches
and being sick Emptying his
magazine seemed to do the trick Deed done He turned the
gun And gently
squeezed the trigger No note or
confession was ever left behind or found The End © 2018 NevilleAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on September 24, 2018 Last Updated on September 24, 2018 AuthorNevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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