The gun cock clicks
while time ticks
the gun is loaded
as anger is goaded
the trigger is pulled
their anger is fueled
the bullet finds it's mark
like a walk in the park
you fall backward to start
the bullet hit your heart
No ones there to help
or hear you yelp
You're drifting away
to the light of day
you're almost done
and then you're gone
but to the sun
it's just some fun.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryA random assortment of rhymes and poems that i make up about life and anything in general.
