Today,
the first time
the real world
slapped me in
the face, hard
enough for one
drop to open up
a river and
suffocate my lungs.
And now, even the
morning daylight
shows its cruel face
when it stands
idly by, whistling
and looking the
other way, not
bothering to warn
him when the trigger
is pulled from behind,
taking him away
from the world.