It is 7:00 pm

It was quarter to 7:00, 

And I was walking home,

“It’s getting dark isn’t it?” someone said 

“Look at that pretty girl walking alone!” 

It was nearly 7:00,

And I was crossing the street,

Whispers and noises,

And all of that in repeat,

It was just 7:00,

And I was almost there,

I was scared yet I knew I could defend myself, 

I was totally prepared. 

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It was 7:00,

The noises were louder than ever, 

I finally turned back, 

And realized I will go through this forever. 

It was past 7:00, 

It was just the cops in my head, 

I was not being followed, 

I was just thinking way ahead. 

It was way past 7:00,

My house was very near, 

I was safe and sound,

But was raging with fear

It was almost 7:00,

But this was another day,

The same thing happened again, 

I was paranoid the whole way.

It wasn’t 7:00,

Nor paranoia was my fault,

With all the devastating news in the world,

Fear was just by default.

 

-Priyata Bhatta



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