Suddenly

The streets are quiet
Tonight, people trying
To make their way home
We are still trying to
Understand
The dead and the injured
It could have been me
Or anyone walking by
Not taking notice of
Death approaching
In high speed

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts and the world ends. The winter is here and is so cold...

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Posted in #blogg100, Easter, Life, Poem, Poetry, Terror

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