Shot
he lies there on the cold ground
staring at the sky
no other man has come to him
none have seen where he lies
his whole body is on fire
his arms, his legs, his head
even though the wound is in his stomach
it won't be long before he's dead
the suffering is far too much
for him to even bear
he knows that he will die out here
and no one even cares
he places the rifle by his foot
and unlaces his boot
he puts his toe down by the trigger
then presses down
and shoots
Copyright © Avery Ken | Year Posted 2017
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