Because he's face down .
In a mattress.
His soul is gone.
He's lost the passion.
The tears scream.
"Please get up and leave."
We've lost our faith.
And we search for bibles.
He lifts his head.
To find the riffle .
When the book was found.
The brain was ready to blow.
And the words speed.
Just like bullets.
He thought it broke skin.
But Jesus cant fool us.
His heart fell apart.
And book was put to shame.
Author notes
This poem is a creative poem and short story I whipped up about a teen who is troubled with his friends and family and finds himself looking at options of exits.
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