Saturday, June 1, 2013

"chronicles of someone giving a damn"

I never been in this spot before...
gave my word I would help with anything
I walked in and he was shaking 
maryjane remnants in the air so I know he was half baking
tears streaming he said "I didn't know what I was thinking"
knowing he was tired of being bullied
he was low but not slow
down so he smoked to get higher esteem
I sat beside him and he brandished a pistol
we both stared at forever and sat still
told me he squeezed til there were no more sounds
sobbing he let out "they jumped me for months"
so he thought he evened the score
by giving evil what it wants
how many I asked...
silence.
how many?!?!?!
he whimpered
2 or 3 he said barely above a whisper
I know to this day that I was wrong
but burrying that gun in the bottom of the river had to be done
I put him on a bus outta town
he understood but did it with a frown
it was only the beginning....