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Gun Fighter

by Christopher Shin

My mind explodes as
the gray become
the paint in this world.

With a black
pistol it flies
as the heat and
smoke filters
through the dark
mess.

The tragedy is
that I wish the world
would understand my
battle cry.

Yet all I have
are the lost loves,
and the bitter
sting of a fluttering
heart.

When the loves
stare and smile with
jagged teeth,
and words of friendship
can only spew from
their dagger smirks.

It isn't fair that
all the stars can
burn so bright
that it burns
your soul.

When they don't care
and they shine so bright.
When all I can do is
cry with broken tears.

All I want is the faith
to dream and love.
Yet the lead digs
deep and I'm gone.

10/13/2007

Posted on 10/14/2007
Copyright © 2022 Christopher Shin

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Meagan Green on 10/18/07 at 06:16 AM

Wow. This is very sad, and very well done. I like it a lot.

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