A Man Who Became A Monster

A suitcase was left on my porch that was full of body parts.

When I learned whose body it was, it really broke my heart.

I burst into tears when I learned that it was my son.

I hunted the killer down and shot him with my gun.

My son was in trouble with a bookie because he owed him a lot of cash.

It took over two weeks to track him down and I killed that piece of trash.

That bookie begged for his life as I pointed my pistol at his head.

I pulled the trigger and it felt so damn good because he was dead.

But I became a killer and I learned that I was just as bad as that bookie was.

I learned that a man can become a monster because of the things he does.

After I became a monster, you don't want to know how it made me feel.

When I looked in the mirror, I saw the face of a man who decided to kill.

I couldn't live with myself so I decided to call the police and turn myself in.

I will spend the rest of my life in prison, I will never see the light of day again.

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Good story poem style I’ve done these a few times written a short story in poem style
I enjoyed it
I wonder what happened to the murderer of the son I hope they catch
Well done