bored
 

Dark thoughts plague my mind everytime I walk down this street.
The time that child was struck by a car,
The time that house was robbed.
Women were *****, men were killed.
Drugs were sold, Children kidnapped.

Then why do I return to this place of sorrow - and why do I call it...home?
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I was bored so I wrote this poem, personally I think it reeks of too much teenage angst.