Shot

You pull your gun out,

But I just stood there in fear,

You pull the trigger,

And the bullet hit my bare skin,

I fall to the ground,

And I clutch my chest in pain,

As I bleed out on the floor,

You shoot again,

I wince at the feeling,

Of another bullet hitting me chest,

But I do not dare say anything,

For if I do,

I am apparently to sensitive,

Can not take a joke,

A cry baby,

So I silently bleed out on the cold,

Hard ground,

And as I realize that this is the end,

I realize the reason you won't pay attention to my lifeless body,

Because you never realized that you pulled the trigger,

You never realized that you killed me,

Over,

And over again.   

Reviews

[Julia.Moore]

A passion for haiku poetry began during world literature studies, inspired by its ability to convey profound ideas in a few syllables. Many of these haikus, capturing life's fleeting beauty, are featured in the book Blue Harlequin. Read the full article to explore the beauty of haiku poetry: https://aoidemagazine.com/what-is-haiku-poetry/

[Midnight Baron ⚜&..]

Ah, the cruelties of life. I believe I understand the message, and the constant internal strife relating to those around us. If this is not it please correct me but I certainly find the wording engaging. I look forward to more works. Keep writing my friend!

[Sara Elyse Abrams]

Thanks for liking my writing.
You are spot on with the meaning. It was about this thing that people were constantly saying in school. It was really offensive and made me want to punch anyone that said it in the face. I never did because they did not understand that it was offensive. So instead I wrote this poem.

[Midnight Baron ⚜️]

That is certainly one way to cope. just remember that in the darkness there is always a light. It is up to you how to find this light. I do wish you luck with these school hooligans as well. I understand how that can be...