Point Blank Range


Point Blank Range

When the clock pulsed moments before midnight
he faced you in full view with a predatory stare. An expression of self-gratification smeared his face
as he took aim, left your body flaccid
in a cold Christmas Eve’s wind.
At 22
you fell in ruin beyond what blood could tell your compliant skin unrecognized from point blank range.
He never looked back as his shadow dissolved into the night
only left echoes of psychotic laughter
that revolved in the air.
At 22
words bled thru your swollen lips that peppered the ground in the fallen snow.
For over 2 hours, your voice faded your tongue drew silent
it never gave the one behind the bullet, a name.
At 2 years and 22 days with a cold emotional stare I look down at your grave.
It has been touched countless times with frozen rain since your life was blown away.
And to this day
I still try to resolve
that which never will be explained.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem