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Faulty bullet in his pocket

by Johnny Crimson

A Sunday friend
older than time,
had committed finally
to stop on by,

he brought the wife
and stories too
and smiles left us
as his stories grew.

He began to tell
how it all went down
the thoughts, the gun,
the lucky round

that he'd loaded slow
and pulled too quick,
as the firing pin failed,
the round didn't stick

and he opened his eyes
into an entire new life
as he'd been in the basement
neglecting the wife.

We hugged and I spoke
straight into his eyes
that I could relate
that I had ropes inside,

and I promised to be there
for whatever he'd need
and we said goodbye
to the suicide disease.



03/24/2014

Posted on 03/24/2014
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by A. Paige White on 04/02/15 at 04:21 AM

Beautifully written description of the ultimate support. Is it a true story? It's so well done I can't believe it hasn't been commented.

Posted by Traci Mabats on 06/10/15 at 10:47 PM

Very nice!

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