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Johnny's Death Poem

No More

No more screams and curses,

no slamming screen door;

No more empty bottles

tossed forlorn on kitchen floor.

No more careless, hurtful words

so painful to the ear;

No more walking paranoid

in constant, haunting fear.

No more rosy sunrises,

no more gold sunsets;

No more time for dreaming; only for regrets.