Death – BRIEFTALKS BLOG💛

POEM SERIES #3

Behind bars we stood

I and my lover, with the other hoods

Don’t be mistaken, we weren’t thieves

Someone deceived us and we believed

The entire country was in jeopardy

I was forced to hide in my study

Day after day and night after night

Waiting hopefully for a better sight

Until the day the guards took us to the fields

Ten soldiers all lined up with guns and shields

This was it, the end of it all

I, filled with trepidation and hope so small

I was first to be shoot and my lover, runner-up

My lover begging endlessly for my sake while I sobbed

Alas! It was time to face the gun

Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run

As I stood blindfolded, my arms open wide

I heard my lover struggling to break free near my side

My life sliding on thin ice about to crack

Each second like long years as I waited for the impact

Finally, the trigger was pulled and I waited for the brunt

There was a loud scream

One second, two, three, four had passed

I was confused was I dead at last?

I removed the blindfolds which left a sore

My lover was not with the guards anymore

I looked down and to my greatest surprise

There my lover beneath me with closed eyes

By: Brief Talks

This was one of the very first poems I have ever written. I hope my writing inspires you too 🙂

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