Shattered Reality

Walking down the street

Dressed in rebel uniform

Turns her back on tradition

Says no to rules and regulations.

She hears a noise

Which turns her around

Everyone's lying dead

With the gun in her hand.

A bullet fires from her door

Separated by bars of gold

Her boyfriend stands there

She doesn't know his name.

The gun she lives in

Fires again too near

The safety catch clicks

But she doesn't hear.

Strange illusions of her mother being real...

The shattered pain of glass

Takes her hand

The curtains draw closed

Her father doesn't understand.

It's cold at night

In the place she sleeps

The coffin next to her

Is just a relative.

Her world is long gone

It closed last night

.... with a BANG!


  • Egyptianqt79

    Beautifully written.

    • Bibbeck

      Thank-you Egyptianqt79.

    • FredPeyer

      Dark and abstract, just the way I like it! Maybe one day I will try my hands on an abstract write, but for now I think I better leave it to accomplished writers like you.

      • Bibbeck

        Thanks Fred; glad that you appreciate it. As an Analyst I do tend to veer towards these abstract angles. I look forward to reading your first abstract write soon.

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