Join for Free!

Last Lament

"The cost of freedom - The Ultimate Price"
0 Votes 0
Score 0 0
0 Comments 0
0 Likes Stories Space Logo 0
1.1k Views 1.1k
135 words 135 words
Published 8 years ago
When I was young I used to have so much fun
Not knowing what part I would have in life's play
Happiness is gone. . .I now carry a gun
And my thoughts settle about me, like ashes in wet clay

I saw John, today, catch a bullet and die
He was married, and I think he had a kid
Hope they can find time to stop awhile to cry,
. . .and remember all of the good things he did

John died today, and tomorrow I may die
Or did I die last week? Did I ever live?
Is this nightmare, some kind of vicious lie?
Just how much of ME do THEY want me to give?

I have met the test! Now I will get some rest
I feel the pain, the bullet entered my chest.

Get Free access to these great features

  • Post in the Forum
  • Write your own Stories
  • Contact members
  • Comment on Stories