The Shooting Messenger

Vengeance was his

 

The Shooting Messenger

A friend to no one
Misunderstood his whole life
Attempts at socializing
was embarrassing at best
Too passive when he should
have stood up
Over aggressive when a softer
approach was needed
He was called a weirdo-
Not worth the time to get to
know

His journals were his sounding
board
Cryptic messages in chat rooms
drew some attention
Twisted poetry enthralled and
frightened strangers
Still
he was dismissed like a harmless
flea

Picked on one time too many
Shoved to the ground
a crowd raining laughter on
his fragile ego
No one offered a hand
nor a sympathetic ear
Spittle flung at his face was
the last straw

Cash was something he relied on
No one ask questions when money
exchange hands quickly
Faces are forgotten for extra dough
Back alley deals come and go
He used to go unnoticed;
just being pushed aside through
life
Now it was time for a change

First it was the girl who didn’t
return his affection
She noticed him now-
too late to make it up
Then came the guy who
stared him down
Now it was him on his knees
Tears flowing, but where was his
sympathy
The kneeling man cried in vain

Still,
public acknowledgement eluded him
Not enough people knew of his
newfound power
It was time to make his statement-
to leave his mark in the world
He need not speak
his voice was useless before
A finger had the force to move many

Click

Click

BOOM

 

Reviews

[Janyce Helen Van Es]

First: Great piece of work here, well thought out.

School shootings happen this way. People will eventually get their 'just rewards". We must be alert to what happens to our fellow man before they smap and it's too late.

[Scirrocco]

Sometimes people just snap. Picked on one to many times, not getting the attention you feel you deserve and all of a sudden a switch turns on. You�ve had enough and all reasonable thinking goes out the window. Then like you said. Click Click Boom.

Very compelling piece of writing Jacqueline. Love your realism!