The Real Person Inside Of Me Poem by Max D. Hornbogen

I can hear voice’s in another room, I can hear voice’s in the back of my mind. Well I can hear people talking when I am not near them. Did you see the blood on the ground, It was so red. That It was like a bad dream that happened to me. The man with the gun, had disappeared without a trace. No one could even find him, not even me. There was not even a trace of evidence on the ground. All The people stood there, with sadness attached to their faces. Just pools of tears dropping like rain. Well here I am, just standing still in this cold night, It could had been me with the gun (But I thought No)

Did you hear something? maybe it was the cat that is just making noise. What I am hearing, is nothing. Or maybe I am just losing it. What if I am going insane? What could had become of me. I am just a stranger, who committed a crime. Now I am going to pay the price. Should I even run away and forget what I did. Because what I just did is scared for life inside of me.

November 30th 2008