Alone Poem by Pierre Pabstel

Alone



I walk out your door
In the night air
I run a blood dripping hand
Through my short hair

No one will know
Until bright morning
What lies in your home
No one will be mourning

'Til they see
Your murdered body
Lying on the floor
Alone, with nobody

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Pierre Pabstel

Pierre Pabstel

New Brunswick, Canada
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