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!
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Author:
Bibbeck (
Offline) - Published: August 23rd, 2017 14:43
- Comment from author about the poem: Not one of my best at all and also back to my standards of dark corners and abstract.
- Category: Family
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Comments2
Beautifully written.
Thank-you Egyptianqt79.
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.
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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