Poem -
Bullet
The ghostly figure
Of my Daddy's soul
Who pulled the pistols trigger
Blowing a hole
With a bullet through the brain
He left Mamma's soul sadly blue
To rid of his pain
He became, trapped without a clue
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Comments
Hey Melissa, lovely lines in this sad write. Thanks for sharing. Cheers.