LPiA-25 Nov. 17

[MidaPoems]

Sleepless nights

I see the news,
Crimes flooding.
Yet this comes close.

Victims piled up,
I lying among them,
alive.

How could I see it,
His methods?
When I sleep,
Maybe "the true crime",

was going to sleep,
with restless souls,
guiding me,
amongst atrocities.