About His PersonA Poem by Bryony KateA photo of a girl clenched tight in his fist, A photo of a girl he so dearly missed, An apology note, she was leaving for Brooklyn, Tucked in his wallet, a recipt for a ring. A Colt 45 inside of his jacket, His iPod headphones, still making a racket. Some cigarettes, A lighter, Lots of wounds, A fighter? A tatoo embedded across his wrist, Light golden skin, by the sun he was kissed, A mop of black hair, soaked from the rain, Piercing blue eyes, showed the ghost of his pain, Dark sunglasses, despite the downpour, Used to hide his emotions, of that I am sure, A sachet of speed, some small pills too, The unopened lid, determines they're new. The screensaver of his cell the same blonde haired girl, In a short black dress, doing a twirl. Hidden under his shirt, a simple gold chain, The same one that brought him into the game. A wad full of cash, 500 dollars exact, Maybe running from home? On the streets, all alone. Stranded alone in the middle of the night, Nothing around, but a black motorbike. The scent of cigars, lingers still, Nothing to sign off in his will, A single key, Along with a betting fee, So many people had wanted him dead, By the end of the year, his blood would be shed, The only evidence of his death, The only evidence that was left, A note scribbled in pen, "Goodbye, Love Ben"
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7 Reviews Added on May 26, 2011 Last Updated on May 26, 2011 AuthorBryony KateUnited KingdomAboutI'm Bryony. I love books and coffee. You probably won't like my writing. more..Writing
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