COLD CASE #2

"BOBBY HAS A GUN"

In this box is all you will see of me and

all that is left of my remains,

A life not chosen, to be not, so free

and one that can’t i even explain. 

A young kid at heart Why did I depart,

My life it was like Living an enchantful dream.

But when you came around,

This new life I had found.

Together we would have,

 Boast a true team.

One late early May, On an eerie

cold day.

All changed to what now

come to have followed

Your presence of mind

You had now left behind

And me, have you left,

Feeling hollowed.

You turned and walked away

No reason did you stay

Abandoned you did with all haste.

Though that look in your eye

No, norI, too, shall cry,

And no tears for you, shall I waste.

Though you returned that night

In a raged filled fight

With eyes as burnt as coal

In you no one was home

Your mind had it gone

And your soul to the devil

Had you truly sold

As I turned to plead my case

In your minds eye,

had i now been erased.

But not left was,

I to be out done

So you turned to me,

the second time no need,

are reason to read, between the lines,

as you load and at me, point your gun.

As i struggle to get away,

I could clearly hear you say

Your hour at hand has arrived

As the gun had discharged off,

And I heard myself blood cough,

Just knowing I would not survive.

I took my last breath

Soon to subcomb,

to my finale death

I turned and ask him why,

No reason were there,

No more, did he care,

As he gestured to me,

Please, Just die.

So I lay In my own blood

My heart beats, its last thud

The mind, now races with fear.

Even though I am alone

And all hope, has now gone

This little voice inside, 

do I still hear.  

His soul burns in hell,

And in due time, all will tell

My death, would not be, that in vain.

with mind, lost in thought

finished fight, have I fought,

thank god, I feel no more pain.

So as I looked down on me,

Not realizing what l would see,

Innocence lost, never to be returned

But one thing I know,

The place, where he’ll go,

Will be eternal and

There, he’ll watch his life, be burned.

So whenever you are faced

With a broken heart, out of place

Never with it, stand alone

There breeds no kind of magic,

To save a life, lost to tragic

But if can, Please make use of a phone. 

                       JIM

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