He stood still
Ready to kill
The one who betrayed him.
It was going to be grim.
He took so many hits.
So he permits
Himself to act
And to reenact
That same scene of pain
Over and over again.
"Where was the girl I loved?", he
Wondered. He couldn't see
She was dead to his soul.
His smile, the love, she stole
And it would be a while
Before he could be himself again.
11/26/2016
YOU ARE READING
Year's End: 2016
Poetry"In this endless stream of time I'll remember this moment. The piano music with its beautiful singer Her soft voice on the radio calms The classroom." -Nostalgia Remember that you can't live life without actually living your life.
