She didn’t see the bullet,
She didn’t hear the gun,
He didn’t wait to see the body,
in the rising sun.
The red sunrise awakens,
The world to what he did,
an innocent was killed tonight,
left her husband and her kid.
The gun he used was loaded once,
but once was all it took,
to blacken out her eyes and then
abruptly end her book.
A murderer is twice as cold,
as any planet lost in space.
which blocks the sun, eclipses the gun,
and doesn’t wait to see the face.
I haven’t posted one of my dark and depressing poems in a while because I’ve been trying to capture heartbreak and loneliness instead. I’ll send you way back to Familiar Faces which is a fairly dark poem also.