Depressed 1
Depressed 1
Dec 04, 2022

The Standoff

You are not far away as the crow flies

I will be back with you by sunrise

The rain it starts to pour heavy down

As the blood soaks into the ground

As it slowly seeps into the soft dirt

I pray for less, but I get more hurt

I am a wanted man in this town

So I fire off just one more round

I have never been a violent man

The Police just do not understand

I feel a sting as it enters my mind

Hurt more when you left me behind

I know that they will lay me low

As through my eyes blood flows

As they lay me six in the ground

To the earth, I am forever bound

There beside my grave, she lays

With flowers upon her grave

She lays beside me forever more

Will find peace we never found before

About This Poem

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About the Author

Region, Country: Southwest United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allen Poe

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