‘My killer is dead’

On my eave of mortality
I met my true confidant.
To him I bared my heart;
this day he never forgot.

Only he could judge me;
or my soul tucked away.
Down banged his gavel
but I didn't seek a stay.

He drew his gun to shoot.
The bullet found its mark.
I shot my self-murderer;
and then all turned dark.

Only we know ourselves.
From heart to the bones.
We move in small circles;
in the end we die alone.


About Bo Bandy

Just a creative soul trapped in a world of cookie-cutter pragmatism...
This entry was posted in Controversial topics, Different Perspectives, Essays & Rants, Fiction Stories, Horror, Macabre, Murder, Mystery, Poetry, Science Fiction, Thought provoking, Twilight Zone Inspired, Uncategorized, Whimsical. Bookmark the permalink.

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