Afternoon Murder

Watching hopes disintegrate into a suspicious background,

Tormented souls running through the open doors.

Can you hear this? Can you smell that?

The sound of tears and the smell of fear inundating…

The moment soon approaches, close your eyes and duck.

Patience runs slower than usual and I think I could lose you,

A gun to your head and a knife in your side,

I want to hear you beg, moan and cry.

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Patience runs slower than usual and I think I could lose you,
A gun to your head and a knife in your side,
I want to hear you beg, moan and cry.

I like these lines, this is a poem of hurt and sadness as well as emotional, well expressed