You never heard the crying child,
calling out from darkness, meek and mild,
wailing, writhing, worm-like, wild.
But you
heard the gunshot.
You never heard his screams of pain,
wounds of childhood scab again;
sobs on shoulders sing to rain.
But
You heard
the gunshot.
You never heard him rant and shout
when luck with women dries him out;
You never saw his frowns come out.
But you heard
the gunshot.
You never heard him up the stairs,
up to his room, with noone there;
the world completely unaware
But
You heard the gunshot.
Of course you heard that sound of fear!
you put that pistol by your ear!
you pulled the aches, the bloody tears!
and you heard the gunshot.
A contest entry
- Non Winning Pre-Write/End line Rhyme Only by piccola.
600 points, ended April 12, 2008, 36 entries
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Comments
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the rhyme is nice, the story good and the repetition works here which doesn't always happen. Thank you for your entry.
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