i usually wouldn't post a piece i did for school, but i thought this was pretty good, so i am. i had to write a poem on any subject that was six to ten lines long. so, i get to thinking about murder, and how, maybe, when you kill someone, you kill yourself, as well. on the inside, as a person, you know? this poem has a certain, sort of backstory that you can create for yourself. i like to leave things for the reader to decide. but, anyway, enjoy.
and how you brought me to my knees
how i gazed into your gun barrel,
and deemed it your third eye
and how the willows mirrored your demeanor
how i asked "who has the power now,"
and for an answer you looked to the sky
how you saw my brothers on the ground,
and without emotion, kicked them
how for a split second, when you pulled the trigger,
i was the killer, and you were the victim[/i]
