The light was too bright,
So he hid from the sun,
In his dark palace,
He held the gun,
Closed his eyes,
And held his breath,
Gripping the gun,
And waiting for death,
Placed his fingers,
In perfect position,
The gun, well loaded,
Full of ammunition,
Raising the gun,
Up to his head,
He ran from life,
Choosing death instead,
Pulled the trigger,
And fired the shot,
Dropping the gun,
The barrel still hot,
And in that split second,
Before he died,
I swear, I saw it,
My angel cried....
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Poems For Death✔️
PoetryThey sound really pretty and there here for anyone who wants to read them. ~~~ My style of writing has improved so if you don't like these please check out my new book called A Poem For Death. ~~~
