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This poem has nothing to do with anyone I know, nor is it about me.
"Bang"
Crying through the night
Screaming until daylight
Wandering in a panicked state
Filling up with rage and hate
Clicks heard from behind a door
A band, and her sorrow is no more
Just gotta fix that little type-o because I totally envisioned a hardcore punk band... doing some sort of sound check (clicking noises) behind a door.
Once I gathered it was an error though I appreciated the grim topic a little more. Good work.
Nice poem. You didn't go too long and made a significant impact on the reader. Well done plus the rhyme scheme was very consistent.