Much Too Late
It was a cold metal burn,
love fatal GSW
A bullet to the head,
exited my heart
Shot went straight thru
Silencer tears
pressing on the pillow,
buried me in my sleep
Whispering to the half-dead dying:
It was business not personal
Such empty words offering no real comforting
Nine hundred and eleven seconds of fame
briefly made me
a statistical passionate-less victim celebrity
An emotional second amendment casualty
The first responder
who came to rescue me,
she was too late ...
much too late
Too much time had passed
since my lungs collapsed
Her CPR kisses couldn’t revive me
It was too late,
much too late
Too much time had gone by
since my world collapsed
I was pronounced brain dead,
with her lavender scent still lodged in my head
Femme fatale tears
kibosh pillow buried me
Now I have only dead feeling dreams
in my dirt-covered sleep
A love I thought was real,
was only a zombie sleepwalking fantasy
I wish I coulda shown some signs of life
to the first responder
who tried to revive me
But it was too late,
much too late
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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