THAT GUYA Poem by afra
It was a perfect Monday evening
Perfect until and that guy came out of nowhere And aimed his gun at me He pulled the trigger and the bullet hit my knee He smiled as I screamed with pain I never wanted to die in vain My white pants turned into red And then he smiled and aimed his gun on my head The whole 14 years flashed before my eyes Is this the end, am I really going to die Tears started streaming down my face whenever I saw his gun My life was going to end before it really begun I was the one who used to wish to die Now when he is killing me, why is it making me cry? I closed my eyes as he was pulling the trigger again Then I heard the gun short and the loud noise damaged each cell of my brain As soon as I opened my eyes I saw him dead on the ground He was shot by one of the officers standing around Whenever I think of him I end up on screams That guy still haunts me in my dreams
© 2012 afraAuthor's Note
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