One Shot

Identity of the unknown, Travels down a narrow road. Misjudged and scared, But he couldn’t hold…. Emotion from controlling, The one thing in life he admired, and loved. But it was taken away, Within a single day, He couldn’t withhold fear or depression. So he used a weapon, As an impression. On that man, that very day. He shot him then he turned away, From life and love all at once. He didn’t know what else to do, And no one else had a clue. Why he shot that man, that day But he knows in every way. He killed that man, On that day. Because his life was down the drain. He made wrong choices, Along the narrow road. And with One Shot, his story was told.