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.
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