Daily Escapades

The lone man strolls into a place,
so familiar but oh so strange.
He comes with cluttered mind
and a troubled soul left uncaged.

Filled with a gnawing pain,
does he see anyone ahead?
Does he see those left behind?
Seeking revenge for injustices
thoughts so very unkind.

Does he hear the sound of the shots…
or does he hear something else?
Death and destruction he’s caused
His self-destruction
the final plot.

Children are dead.
Love and light fades
Blood spilled everywhere
A mentally ill human…
just daily escapades.


Laura Howell Horner


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