Bum

A poem about find himself.

A sadness never felt before took his soul. He grabbed the gun and aimed at his temple. 

Now all the life run into his head. Some cold took his body. 

He remembered the first kiss. 

The first bike crash. 

The summer camp. 

He remembered when life had a purpose. 

His heart beat faster. 

And he pulled the trigger.

Bum!

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Such a powerful subject! Your writing is so magnificently constructed.

[Fabricio Hersoguenrath]

Thanks for review. I appreciate it.

[Robert Strzalko]

A very strong opening line. You captured a very powerful experience with just a few words. I liked the parts about the summer camp, first bike crash, and first kiss. It really gives contrast to pulling the trigger.