Around the bend

by Jane   Nov 16, 2006


You look at me,
I look away,
Dreading what it is,
You are about to say.

I don't want to hear,
Please don't say,
I don't want,
To go away.

I liked being here,
Life was fun,
It wasn't my fault,
He pulled out that gun.

Shot me down,
I fell to the ground,
My life ended,
I made no sound.

He shot me once,
Through the heart,
Please don't tell me,
It will never restart.

You tell me it is time to go,
I didn't want to die,
Just leave me alone.
It has to be a lie.

A tear falls,
Down my cheek,
I look up and give,
A smile so weak.

I stare down at,
My empty shell,
And hope to god,
He goes to hell.

He shot my why?
I didn't know,
But there will be a place,
For him below.

I take your hand,
Preparing to go,
As I say goodbye,
To what I use to know.

Taken away,
At a young age,
Rest in peace,
Without rage.

Your soul at peace,
You sorrow ends,
Who know what lies,
Around the bend.

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