Poetry

Nowhere Else To Go
By Julia A. Keirns

It is coming
Sooner than we think.
What will we do then?

Violence
Tearing us apart.
Only a matter of when.

Cannot imagine
What it will look like.
Who can ever know?

The past
Always repeats itself.
Nowhere else to go.

Copyright © Julia A. Keirns

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