William Helton Poems

As I lie in my bed, trying to sleep,
I wrestle with a secret I am struggling to keep.
The massacre on the news, I am sure you’ve all heard
The police are searching all over, who done it, no word.
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Late some nights, when people are in bed,
I walk down the street with madness in my head.
Past the big house, around the corner from library,
Something’s going to happen and its going to be scary.
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I looked at the grocer, I looked at the mall
I searched high and low, you are the fairest of all.
With a silent rage from deep down inside,
A few drops of chloroform, and you are ready for a ride.
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