After Midnight

After Midnight

A Poem by kayla
"

my thoughts about something that happened last night

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My dad I drove into our parking spot

in our complex down the street.

It's a little past midnight

and we just finished eating at Denny's.

When he stops the care he asks me

if I saw those "skinheads" outside.

I was confused and told him no,

but as I got out the car I knew why.

Four men stood out nearby our door,

questionable-looking and seemingly high.

Two of the men had no shirts on

and tattoos all across their chest,

and the other two still looked odd,

maybe they were high on meth?

Whatever their issue, I told my dad,

"Whatever you do, don't look at them".

He said, "Too late, already did",

with a cocky, ego-driven grin.

Now my dad is 58 years old and should know

that he can't take 4 young men.

I told him to get his laptop and such

so we could get the hell in the house.

I didn't like the situation one bit,

and wanting to quickly find a way out.

Two of the men went up the stairs

and stood directly above us.

The other two, the ones with no shirts,

looked straight at us.

I knew they were mad,

probably high on some drugs.

As soon as we got inside

I locked the door on those thugs.

I told my dad, "Don't be a hero",

so he called the police.

They eventually disappeared

and I was glad for the peace.

But it made me wonder,

what if that had just been me?

Walking alone to my door,

and those men staring my way?

Would I have gotten in the house,

or would they be worried of what I had seen?

I was wearring a crop top

and tight jeans that day.

What if I lived alone,

would they have found a way in?

Could I have called 911

and been saved from them?

It's just another realization

that this world is not safe,

and maybe I should invest in a weapon

just incase.

 

 

© 2012 kayla


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That's really kinda scary actually o:

Posted 11 Years Ago


Interesting story, already lived similar situations and the answer to your wonder is "no", weapons cause only more problems than the ones it solves.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I think it's a bad situation you describe, and your fears are genuine...a worse situation is one where you pull a weapon you've not trained with...So if you do get one, and i am all for personal defense, get training and go to a target range until you are comfortable....and don't go getting some huge dirty harry gun, a 22 with magnum shells is plenty for a woman :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


kayla

11 Years Ago

lol ok
food for thought. good job.

Posted 11 Years Ago


You wrote "care" instead of "car".
Yea dude, people are scary. Take care and be cautious.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I love it

Posted 11 Years Ago


Lovely way you wrote this with chaos roaming about. Great work and great poem :3

Posted 11 Years Ago


beautiful ....i love it

Posted 11 Years Ago


Thank you for sharing this incident. Want to read more from you.

Posted 11 Years Ago


In definite need of verse structure and different line breaks. The content matter is beautiful; subject is profound. NIce!

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Added on July 1, 2012
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Tags: crime, violence, thugs, nonfiction, poetry, poem, scared, worry, anxiety

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Los Angeles, CA



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