• cobydaniels 243w

    Bullet Holes

    I am riddled
    With Diallo’s 41 bullets
    And your extra 4
    Kill me five times more
    And I will be gone before fifty
    Five o’clock
    Is still quite cool enough
    For stowing dead feelings in
    Darkened alleyways
    Don’t be emotional about it
    Be impartial
    Stoic executioner letting the axe fall
    Grey skies are falling
    Your sunshine was never meant
    To be the light at the end of my tunnel
    Look right into my soul
    Laid bare
    Through these bullet holes
    You made
    And tell me again,
    You never intended to pull the trigger.

    © Coby Daniels
    December 13, 2017