Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by saint6, Jan 2, 2008.

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  1. saint6

    saint6 Well-Known Member

    don't really write poems, but im getting into it

    i sit alone holding a gun
    thinking what they have done
    the pain they caused, the regret they don't feel.
    maybe they have changed,
    maybe they found a new light
    so i look up and ask god to lead me the way.
    3 knocks at the door,
    the voices i herd
    as i stand up the door crashes down,
    a single gun in hand with one single bullet and one single sound
    i didn't do anything wrong, but my body crashed to the ground.
    as i stair at the badge i thank god as he showd me the path
    the path to freedom, freedom at last.
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