Five gunshots resonated in the night
Waking me up in a startling fright
I brushed it off, nothing could be wrong
But then I heard the ambulance’s song
And quickly proceeded to bite my nails
Thoughts of  a murder and all it entails
I made up a thousand stories in my head
Though nothing could mask the worry and dread
Not a mile from my home a soul just went dead
The ambulance resumed its death-tolling cry
As it lit up my neighborhood and charged right on by
Eventually I fell into a stiff-no good sleep
So scared was I to make a peep
The next morn I studied the news
But failed to find any useful clues
To a murder that last night had happened
Surely a disaster not deliriously imagined
Ooo, chilling. 🙂 But very written.
Ooop . . . “well-written”
It’s cool, damn keyboards lol
Thank you, I have been practicing with my narrative poetry, it has never been a strong point of mine
Andrea
Very nice. True story?
The gunshots were, but the rest was my overactive imagination at 1:00 AM
Andrea
Great poem lets hope it was all a dream!
The gunshots weren’t but the rest was
Andrea xx
Scary to know the gunshots were real, but great writing, Andrea! 🙂
A frightful night indeed it seems
And fraught with such unrestful dreams
But I confess a gratefulness
That you are safe and they did miss
🙂
Why thank you, my dream catcher must be full 😉
Andrea
The sounds of sirens on a quiet night
bring fear and dread to all in sight
A mother , a son , a daughter ,a wife
The sounds of sirens
Another life
Well written my friend
Emu
So sad, i bow my head when one passes by
Andrea xx
Very well written… overactive imaginations are so creative. 🙂
Fatally so 🙂
Andrea
I am not imagining… very well written.