Robbery Poem by Brenda Poole

Robbery



From behind you
I come
Boo! with my gun
All the sounds I hear
Careless about tears

I want, I want
Give it to me!
With force I take
His things away
Or at least I try...
My trigger gets stuck!

And so am I

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