Walking out,
to a gunshot in the dark,
no sign of a warning,
leaving a family in sorrow,
no punishment for the guilty,
greed of others gets him safe from bars,
not knowing what he did,
the hands of a murderer.
My name is Malina, but I go by Lina. I write poems when im going through diffrent situations and about how I feel. Ive writen all of these all by myself and I hope you enjoy reading them : )
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