In the corner of a dark place

Hangs a head in dire shame,

Turning over a life’s worries;

Taking on all the mounting blame.

A cranial void of no solutions,

Black as tunnel light can be,

Wondering where the chances went;

Expected them to be for free.

Starting on hearing known voices,

Coming far from pointed light,

Shaking out from the deep despair;

Given hope of final respite.

Unhinged doors burst in on him,

A figure stands within the frame,

Smiles exchanged, bursting wildly;

A bullet lodges in his brain.


About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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