Mr. Sandman


As I awoke this evening, the smell of Mary lingering, I first heard the news. The good son sent home his last text, it’s words more piercing than any dagger. My child, let’s go home. These kids walked down a familiar sidewalk, an Indian sunset waking up the creatures of the night. Their home so close by. But tonight Mr. Sandman came to close more than eyes. The only thing that hurt worse was when the news came that lies were spread. One day when your sons and daughters don’t come home, remember the exact words you told me, “God sent the gunman.”Mr. Sandman won’t you skip them this night, their eyes already have enough dust. Those brave hearts, I cannot imagine their final thoughts. There was no justice when he claimed his own life. Those who wish to leave, take my hand. There was no peace, no understanding. Instead…

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