Im Sorry Mama! ...It was me.

O.G. Tone

From the shoot of my 🔫 Gun.

I saw 🔥 Fire blaze through the window

From a tiny corner view

I saw blood splatter against the walls

I knew immediately something bad had happened 

I tried to move my feet

But I was trapped in a hole like a rabbit

I was trying to keep a mild composure 

Something was stabbing me in my lower back

Something stopped me from running away

Right in my tracks

I had fallen in a hole next to a broken fence

That had stabbed me in my back

I was forced to watch the horror

It seems like I was in a daze for days

All the adrenaline in my young body had

Turned into straight panic

I was sweating badly

I dropped my cell phone

I wanted to call 🏡 home

But I didn't want to alert the other neighbors

That I knew what had just happend

All I could do at this point is hide my little face

In pray that I get out this space

I had witnessed a potential murder 

I am cold from sweating 

I am nervous as hell

I don't want to be the only one who witnessed 

If I tell

How can I tell on myself 

If it was in honest accident 

I didn't mean to ever shoot anybody

I am only 12

I am a dumb ass

Playing with my dads loaded 🔫 Gun

I deserve to go to hell

If I killed someone

I was only 12 then

But what did I have a 🔫 Gun for

What did I kill for

I am sorry mama ...It was me

  • Author: O.G. Tone (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 31st, 2017 18:26
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about a young boy playing with his dads gun outside in accidentally shot in kill his neighbor.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Masking

    Powerful, It kept me very interested because you do not always hear the story of the one behind the gun accidentally. You did an amazing job capturing the scene and helping me invision what this was like. The questions you ask, make me read the poem again. This can also make people speculate on "What did i kill for". Good Job!

    • O.G. Tone

      Thank you so much ...I sometimes just write what I often have experienced or what I read about.



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