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GUN
Graves. Uncertainty. Nervousness.
A hole through my wall, I can’t believe they’re shooting bullets.
Called the cops to look for safety as they hit,
white chalking powder hits the floor with silver bullet fragments.
Started bouncing home to home and learning detachment.
Anger in confusion as the officer tells me to pack up and leave,
“Guys on the loose and he still can return to the scene”
“It isn’t safe to live here anymore” and boom my home was ripped apart from me.
So many changes in uncertainty.
Rushed to pack a bag, stood without a home for weeks
Caught a case when I was just trying to protect my family.
I have seen how quick these streets can get ugly.
Blessed to be alive, blessed to be covered, Blessed to have God as my comfort.
Thankful to live in discomfort , because I’m growing from the dirt.
Thankful to my dad for being a gaurdian angel,
and most importantly for catching this stranger.
Now he’s doing plea deals for attempted murder.
Shot up at us on a school ground , 10 years for each one in the chamber.
The fear of being a target of death because he couldn’t contain his anger
Strut down the st as the camera caught your face and, aiming shots like you were the reaper.
You can’t kill the life I have fought so hard to live & hide under a lie.
I’m great full to be alive rather in eulogy with a “Poetic_Senses is left behind by..”
Upset because of PTSD every time I enter this city.
How my body tenses up and I experience the utmost anxiety.
because what was my home was ripped from me.
all because of a GUN SHOT through my window
Graves. Uncertainty. Nervousness.
7 months after and I’m still fighting homelessness.
Fighting these fears as I take back life and gain control of it.
Called up my therapist as I. put in a notice for suicidal awareness
Trying to talk to family and distant friends but getting hit with being shamed
I wish I wasn’t the one to be blamed .
I wish mental health was accounted for.
because I’m struggling to get back and want for more.
I’m struggling to take back the life he stole.
I’m trying to get back and then grow more.
© poetic_senses
A hole through my wall, I can’t believe they’re shooting bullets.
Called the cops to look for safety as they hit,
white chalking powder hits the floor with silver bullet fragments.
Started bouncing home to home and learning detachment.
Anger in confusion as the officer tells me to pack up and leave,
“Guys on the loose and he still can return to the scene”
“It isn’t safe to live here anymore” and boom my home was ripped apart from me.
So many changes in uncertainty.
Rushed to pack a bag, stood without a home for weeks
Caught a case when I was just trying to protect my family.
I have seen how quick these streets can get ugly.
Blessed to be alive, blessed to be covered, Blessed to have God as my comfort.
Thankful to live in discomfort , because I’m growing from the dirt.
Thankful to my dad for being a gaurdian angel,
and most importantly for catching this stranger.
Now he’s doing plea deals for attempted murder.
Shot up at us on a school ground , 10 years for each one in the chamber.
The fear of being a target of death because he couldn’t contain his anger
Strut down the st as the camera caught your face and, aiming shots like you were the reaper.
You can’t kill the life I have fought so hard to live & hide under a lie.
I’m great full to be alive rather in eulogy with a “Poetic_Senses is left behind by..”
Upset because of PTSD every time I enter this city.
How my body tenses up and I experience the utmost anxiety.
because what was my home was ripped from me.
all because of a GUN SHOT through my window
Graves. Uncertainty. Nervousness.
7 months after and I’m still fighting homelessness.
Fighting these fears as I take back life and gain control of it.
Called up my therapist as I. put in a notice for suicidal awareness
Trying to talk to family and distant friends but getting hit with being shamed
I wish I wasn’t the one to be blamed .
I wish mental health was accounted for.
because I’m struggling to get back and want for more.
I’m struggling to take back the life he stole.
I’m trying to get back and then grow more.
© poetic_senses
