Consequences
The deadly pistol
held tightly in his hand.
He was lost and unaware
Of how to make amends
With loneliness and sorrow-
his life should end
To face his own darkness
yet again
He held the lifeless body,
Hoping to turn back lost time
But the soul has long escaped,
Leaving the man alone with the crime.
He knew of no safe haven
and had no where to run
He was left in fear:
Consequences of shooting the gun.
No place to hide,
and no where to stray
There were upcoming prices
Which he knew he'd pay
Charges of murder
he's knew would come
He'd receive no sympathy-
Not from anyone.
Caged behind locked bars,
he knew he'd be
For criminals like him,
Solitude was the only guarantee.
No mercy from merciful judges
Or forgiving pardons for what he's done,
Because people like him don't get second chances,
All because he shot the gun.
All he had was silence
Until the day of his very death.
He wished for someone to talk to,
To explain himself with his last breath.
But he was not rewarded-
Not with such simple pleasure.
All he received was the date
Of his execution, in a letter.
And when the day did come,
All he did was scream.
Only to be woken up-
drenched from his deathly dream.
