bottled up thoughts

gone

Is this the real life?

Because it doesn’t feel like it is

Is this a dream?

It sure does feel like it is

But reality slaps

Itself on my face

Saying ‘wake up!

This, you have to face’

But it feels so hard

To even accept

That a good guy a you are

Has been executed

The one ought to protect

Is the same who shot

How ironic, yes

But we miss you a lot

Are you really gone?