Gun shots fire,
screams rip the air in half,
fear and terror escilate higher and higher.
I wake every morning,
with only four hours of sleep,
dreaming of a night the stars so bright and soaring.
No murder.
No crackheads.
No horror.
Anger brings a person out of their shell,
showing revenge, hate, and sadness,
the opposite of what they tell.
I dream of a new day,
where no one was harmed,
and all are loved in a way.
Where the birds fly high,
wings spread in the sky.
The sun smiles at us all,
and no one shall fall.
But all I can do for now is dream,
and wait for a new day.
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