out on the loose,
making the rounds
from house to house,
but still getting away
in the broad daylight,
killer of the mind, and
killer of the soul, out
taking the creativity,
right in front of us,
but we can’t find a
way to stop them.
went over today to
my friend’s house,
and there he was,
forlorn and dull,
his body laid still,
no blood to be seen,
but the damage had
already been dealt.
no longer was he the
bright, happy guy,
painting life in his way.
instead, here he’ll lay,
never to be the same.
rain poured down
as i left the house,
“who would be next?”
i started to ponder.
am i at risk here, too?
will i end up falling and
never getting back up?
this neighborhood has
become far too dreary,
dangerous and scary,
i have to get out now.
i can’t lose what i’ve
worked hard to build.
run as fast as i can,
and never look back.
no, wait,
i can’t do that.
i have to help out,
track down the killer,
save the street from
their dastardly acts.
but, i can’t,
i’m not strong enough.
or am i?
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