The Bitterness of Life
(This is a fictional poem)
When my brother pulled a gun on a man, I told him to stop it.
The cops soon arrived and they told him to drop it.
The situation became very grim and dire.
He didn't drop his gun so the cops opened fire.
It was traumatizing to see my brother take his final breath.
I haven't been the same since his death.
My brother told me that he was going to buy the gun and I told him that he
shouldn't.
When the cops told him to drop it, he was scared and he couldn't.
My brother came apart because he couldn't face the bitterness of life.
He was a hell of a guy before he lost his kids and his wife.
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2007
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