His Good-bye

by MelissaH   Nov 19, 2004


Up on a high rise,
40 feet from the ground,
a boy is deafened by fear,
he cannot hear a sound.
He's holding his gun,
going to take his life,
he'll never grow old and never have a wife.
none of this is on his mind,
he wants to hurry up and die,
so many questions on his mind,
why did it come down to this?
his hands are sweaty and shaking but he gives the gun a kiss.
what a selfish act that is going to take place,
and still he points the gun at his fear struck face.
He's only 16 and he's seconds from heaven,
he has been thinking of this day,
since he was only seven.
one final breath he takes,
then looks up at the sky,
he pulls the trigger slowly,
this is his good-bye.

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