*Please be kind enough in finishing the poem if you do have started, be patient on this one*
A mind in the state of pandemonium, a body feeling disquiet
Dreadful thoughts heightening confusion, regrets starts to ignite
Imagining the scenic face of her dear, his acts of contrite
Stumbling down the dusty floor, a cry so sorrowful with pain
Which his misguided actions lead to a loss of love which he gained
Trying to ask exculpations and give reasons, wanted to explain
Tears flooding his eyes so tired, drowning the haunting memories
That they shared with lots of devotion and candid promises
Trying to forget the distressed reality and can’t come to an ease
Thoughts lingering to his unsure and impulsive mind
Wishing to alter the repentant past, hoping he can rewind
Picked up an old revolver with a single bullet, being dead he cannot unwind
