Where It Ends
Boom
They stand all huddled by the door
As he steps forward inspecting the crowd
Boom
Another collapses to the floor
They all try there best to not make a sound
The goal is to not make your self a target
The goal is to survive
But one stands far from it
As the two lock eyes
He points the barrel at you
Beckoning you to stand
It is only the two
As she takes his hand
(Sorry if this doesn’t make sense. This poem is based on a book called **_this is where it ends_**. I highly recommend reading it!)
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