Phantoms Poem by Lamar Cole

Phantoms



He was sitting in his screened front porch enjoying the sound of the rain.
When all of a sudden he felt a sharp pain.
He had been shot in his side.
By some thugs out for a joyride.
They were shooting at houses at random.
And then disappearing like phantoms.

Sunday, December 23, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: ghosts,people
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