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I stumbled across an old book of poems I had written in high school and I thought I’d share one with you. It is rather macabre so you are forewarned. I’ve placed the background info for the poem at the bottom of this post so if you’re interested you know what to do. Remember, I own the copyright (especially if you think it’s good!). I encourage you to read this out loud. As with some free verse poems, pause after every line and read s-l-o-w-l-y (it adds effect). Let me know what you think and I’ll maybe post some more!

Walking at midnight,

I am

blindfolded.

Snowflakes strike

my face and soon melt.

I am

led

deeper into the woods.

I trip

on a rock

and then a root.

Farther

and farther

into the woods.

I stop.

Silence

deafening as a hundred trumpets.

Broken.

Two shots. One

piercing my lung,

the other, lodged

in my aorta.

I fall

into the snow.

Snowflakes strike

and soon melt into
crimson.

The background is we had to write a poem after reading a newspaper article. I found one about a man who was found dead in the mountains. He had been there during the winter and died of two gun shot wounds. At the time no one knew who he was. I thought it would be interesting to write about what happened when he died.