Unforeseen
By John M. Lennon
Gun loaded, cocked.
Jail in every thought.
Death in my eyes.
He knows.
Badly beaten, severely bruised
By force from within
His blood spilling on the floor
Splattered on my face.
I took too much
More than even he deserved.
Not wanting to run, hide
Rather to say goodbye.
I watched him lay there
Paying with spilled blood.
I could have taken more
But I already took too much.
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