The bright light blinded
As I stood there and trembled,
The shake not from fear
But from nerves
Sleek, black metal
Clutched tightly in my hands,
Polished yet worn all the same
The Sun stood there mocking,
Talking down and blinding,
And before I knew it,
I took aim
The trigger was pulled
By fingers I didn’t recognize
As my own
The bullet flew past,
Just missing his head,
And I realized what I’d just done
He started to laugh,
And ridicule some more,
But by then The Stars had shown
Punishment was imminent,
Yelling moreso,
But I couldn’t help but smile in the face of it