Holding up a bank in the Westfield.
I lost my mind.
...Out of time.
And the telephone rings.
A bells rung out.
...as they talk about...
Twenty-three people held hostage.
The blood is red.
...I shake my head.
I know I'm going down.
With a bang.
...What a shame.
To realize I've done wrong, I've really screwed up.
Out of luck.
...all for what?
Bullets loaded, and the guns cocked.
Say goodbye.
...Before I...
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I really like the structure of this poem. My favorite part is the ending. I like how it stops abruptly and allows the reader to imagine the ending.
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