Blast

Just something I threw together after hearing and reading all these stories of shot gun blasts so to speak.

Shot gun blasts

Leave us wondering

What have we become?

 

Screams and cries

For help

Go unanswered.

 

Death

Destruction

Paranoia

 

Leaves us wondering

Can we fix this?

 

How many will survive

This fall out

 

Hope remains

But is it enough?

 

Shot gun blasts

Heard out the window

Of even your neighborhood. 

Author's Note

Remember hyperbole's.

Reviews

[Passingdaze]

I used to hear shotgun blasts all the time. I really like this poem my dear,it has a lot of soul. You are so amazingly talented. Hope some of it rubs off on me. Good job...