Sitting along a lonely dust filled highway
Thinking to himself, ‘Come whatever may’
The only companions this lonely soul contains
Is a loaded gun and a heart with hatred contained
Once a man full of pride and grace
Has ruin himself down with disgust and disgrace
He does not wander in this foreign land waste
For the like of revenge and blood his mouth tatse
Beaten and worn black leather jacket protects from the sun’s defeat
With the tired and aching boots guide his weary feet
Long , black hair whips around his young, agonizing face
Along with saddest blue eyes that peak over the shades that protect him from sun’s gaze
A lonely heart and a sorrowful mind
This master of the road sings a ballad for his kind
“Roamin’ Roamin’ Roam
Get away, just get out of my way
Roamin’ Roamin’ Roam
And the road will always be my slave”
Cars spill dust onto this stranger
He glances back in purest of anger
While clutch possessing the gun, the only friend he knows
That will one day track down the one that killed his family so
“Lost my wife, lost my child, lost everything I own
Lost my will, lost my strength, my soul as cold as stone
One day, I’ll see the man- my bullet and I would just die to meet”
He bitterly sings with clenched teeth
Little does he know the killer that possess him
Has his evil volatilizing eyes fixed upon him
With the killer’s trusty gun in his hand and upon the stranger’s surprise
Is a bullet in his own heart, he too- will die
Upon dead of night, this sneaky vulture takes flight
Attacks the stranger at his campfire, showing bright
With pistol aim, the killer has perfect killing
And with this stranger’s blood he shall be spilling
Laying into the ground and dust that own him so
Thinking to himself, “Here, to is where I my soul shall go”
With a bleeding bullet to the heart aching chest
The ground soaks in the blood that it posses
The only companions this lonely soul still contains
Is a loaded gun and a heart with hatred contained
Cursing the man that took his family’s life
Swearing, that his spirit will carry on with his revengeful life
In blackest of night, sitting in the pale moonlight
The song of the wayward stranger still sings with might
“Roamin’ Roamin’ Roam
Get away, just get out of my way
Roamin’ Roamin’ Roam
And the road will always be my slave
Lost my wife, lost my child, lost everything I own
Lost my will, lost my strength, my soul as cold as stone
One day, I’ll see the man- my bullet and I would just die to meet”
Author notes
This is just my version of how revenge is never the way to go, even if you think it is justice to your own life.
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I love the dialog and the repetition. Great narrative. =]
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great write I could almost feel this man's plight. His life destroyed, and his only sliver of pride left is that he knows he will get revenge. I loved the imagery too I felt as if I was immersed within this barren landscape
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Very cool write!
I like the images, the emotions running thru the stranger...I saw an earlier comment saying that this could be like an Eastwood western, I agree - it has the pain and revenge aspect of the man who lost everything and is dying to find the man who stole it away.
Revenge is never the way to go, correct, but with raw human emotion it is sometimes hard to see or think straight.
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I'm liking this even more as I come back around for a second read. I'm not a critic, but I thought line 9 was too long - threw me off. Put this in a western setting and this is like the Clint Eastwood movie - Outlaw Josie Wales. Great Work! The site isn't letting me add more claps.
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I like the concept, as well as the way it was written. Very well done. Revenge is a dish best left alone, that is my opinion at least. Great write.
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Creates a vivid visual. Best Part: “Lost my wife, lost my child, lost everything I own
Lost my will, lost my strength, my soul as cold as stone
One day, I’ll see the man- my bullet and I would just die to meet”
He bitterly sings with clenched teeth
Good Work!
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wow! this is so amazing! good job!
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