I was having a bad day at school when I wrote this.
The Klaxon Calls
The bomb is coming,
It's going to fall,
To catch me with,
It's deafening call.
To rip me up,
In a mindless storm.
I want to hide,
from it's deadly form.
It's pitiless voice,
Follows behind me.
A gathering horde,
Crashing around me.
It reaches everywhere!
I hide in a corner,
but it finds me there.
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