Empty Man
Russian roulette
was his game
of choice
every night
he pulled the
trigger
He killed
compassion
He killed
trust
He killed
forgiveness
He killed
love
Night
after night
he remained
free
He always
aimed
at the hole
where a heart
used to be
Copyright © Regina Branham | Year Posted 2009
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