My Angel's Suicide

Written by: Claudette Holmes

The light was too bright,
So he hid from the sun, 
In his dark palace.
He held the gun,
Closed his eyes,
And held his breath.
Gripping the gun,
Waiting for death.
He placed his fingers
In perfect position.
The gun well loaded
With ammunition,
Raising the gun
Up to his head.
He ran from life.
Choosing death instead,
And pulled that trigger.
And fired that shot.
Dropping the gun, 
The barrel still hot,
And in that split second,
Before he died,
I swear I saw it,
My angel cried....