Heart Of A Gunslinger

Story by Mantrid_Brizon on SoFurry

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#20 of Poetry

Originally started as a poem about myself and my own personal failings, but as I don't like to write about me, it morphed into a little story about a gunfighter/gangster/insert-violent-criminal-here as they describe their life and warn the reader to avoid their ways.


Heart Of A Gunslinger

(06/16/2018)

What a glorious life,

It has often been said,

Living free as a bird,

But the mountain of dead,

Haunt me at night,

So I rarely sleep,

I toss and I turn,

And some nights I weep,

Stealing and killing,

Blood curdling shout,

It's not how I thought,

My life would turn out,

Am I able to change?

Or is this who I am?

My character flaws,

The Almighty's plan?

A deep seeded rage,

With apathy's touch,

Infecting my soul,

The pain is too much,

I know nothing else,

But hate what I am,

I don't want to be,

A devilish man,

But I do not know,

If I can become,

Someone to believe in,

I'm the prodigal son,

But life is too short,

To fix my mistakes,

So please hear me out,

For all of your sakes,

I know I have lied,

But these words are true,

I live by the gun,

And I'll die by it too,

So please turn around,

Before it's too late,

A life you can live,

Without sharing my fate.

In Time

In Time (05/23/2018) In Memory Of Shane. You used to walk beside me, But now you're ever still, You lived life to the fullest, But now you've had your fill, And sitting by the stone, The marker of your head, I'm crying here...

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Farewell My Friend

Farewell My Friend (05/22/2018) In Memory of Shane. Farewell to you, friend, It has come to an end, But not due to hate, You were stolen by fate, The pain that I feel, Is all that is real, From the loss of this friend, My heart may...

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Forlorn

Forlorn (04/09/2018) Lie awake within my bed, Books beside are left unread, Tears run hot across my face, Pining for a warm embrace, Drowning in the loneliness, Sink into the black abyss, Demons clinging to my back Spirit has begun to...

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