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P U L S E

So I have been thinking about this poem for a few  days.  

The nightclub attacked in Orlando is called Pulse Nightclub 

I have written this to honour people affected by the attack.  

Pulse 
Beating hearts 
Excitement 
Beating fast 

Music Throbbing 
Lights Strobing 
Bodies moving

BANG  BANG BANG 
What's going on? 
Pulse quickens --
Place to hide?
I shivered 
Quick SMS -- Under attack !
I  cried 

BANG 
Pulse slows 
Pain enfolds
Vision fades 
Music goes
Blood flows 
Pulse stops

Sirens Blaring  
Flashlights searching 
Corpses limp.
People Sobbing 
Sobbing 

BANG
Why?

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