I can't remember
a night when I wasn't lulled to sleep
by the comforting sound of gunshots
I try
every night
I dig a little deeper
a little further back
nothing yet
Instead I remember
the night my father
carrying the triggerman's burden
turned the barrel on himself
I dig back further
to Mom's face
her soulless eyes
and the impatient hunger of an
starving child
The first time I watched a man die
it wasn't a man anymore
they told me
just like my mother wasn't
my mother anymore
Further still
to the newscast
warning everyone to stay
inside their homes
glass shattering
my father's shotgun
pulled from retirement
I dig deeper
a faint and fuzzy
barely breathing memory
Dad smiling
the plop of a lure in the water
a tug on the line
excitement
laughter
more tugging and
BANG
****
I lost it
Aug 2, 2010
Aug 2, 2010 at 3:30 PM UTC
I can't remember
a night when I wasn't lulled to sleep
by the comforting sound of gunshots
I try
every night
I dig a little deeper
a little further back
nothing yet
Instead I remember
the night my father
carrying the triggerman's burden
turned the barrel on himself
I dig back further
to Mom's face
her soulless eyes
and the impatient hunger of an
starving child
The first time I watched a man die
it wasn't a man anymore
they told me
just like my mother wasn't
my mother anymore
Further still
to the newscast
warning everyone to stay
inside their homes
glass shattering
my father's shotgun
pulled from retirement
I dig deeper
a faint and fuzzy
barely breathing memory
Dad smiling
the plop of a lure in the water
a tug on the line
excitement
laughter
more tugging and
BANG
****
I lost it
Copyright © 2010 J.M. Romig. All rights reserved.
Sanctuary 251 is a concept I have for a Post-Zombie-apocalypse tale that takes place ten years after the infection began spreading. People live "normal" lives in little towns with thick high walls called "Sanctuaries." There are several character poems I want to do from this concept.- From The Poetry Of Sanctuary 251
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