A Bop Poem
The night was dark and foggy
As if to hide what lurked in the shadows.
You heard footsteps behind you,
Yet saw no sign of danger;
So you carried on cautiously
Just to hear it again.
It was not your fault!
He lunged out and grabbed you,
He was violent, but you were too.
You tried your best to fight back;
You left him stunned and bleeding.
As he lay there on the ground,
His body was still and lifeless.
Guilt surged through your veins,
Just like the blood on your hands.
It was not your fault!
The damage was done,
But who was the culprit?
You thought it was your own doing,
But that’s what he wanted you to think.
The realization hits,
And you can finally accept:
It was not your fault!
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