Homocide Game Poem by Blanche Hardin

I'm quickly reaching the top of my tolerance,
with so much ignorrance could cause so much violence.
Trying to breathe and keep myself calm,
Still the lingering image of your heart in my palm.
Don't cry,
You'll understand.
You don't believe it,
But I can.
Your death is too simple,
Your able to fight it.
I should make a scene and avoid denying it.
You completely to blame,
But you wont feel any shame.
This is simply my Homocide Game..