Evan No Poet Free verse

The Inner Rage Built Up

This inner rage built up.

Maybe I should put myself down.
Like a sick dog, play tricks?
Maybe I should load up the gun,
One shot two shot and *bang*
The blood is beginning to pour.
The family walked in, 
What a sight to see. 
Usually he laughs at his darkness,

Now he is taking alieve to relieve,
He was only 20 when he was dead.
He was no coward he enjoyed life,
What was his motive?
What made him snap?
He was innocent.
But guess women have no souls.

As they cleaned his blood they are left with this thought,
What makes this young man wanna take a gun to head?
What kind of God allows this?
He always wears his heart close.
Even though he's dead his spirit is near.

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Evan No January 29, 2018 at 5:57 PM What would you like to see next?

Silent One January 29, 2018 at 6:01 AM wow... you are a very very good poet... You have a great way of expressing deep emotions...

Evan No January 7, 2018 at 4:34 PM Thank you ma'am! I hope you enjoy the other material. Sorry about Brother In Law :(

Elizabeth Kinch July 3, 2017 at 12:33 AM So, so sad. My brother in law took his own life over a woman, this brought back those memories. Written brilliantly Evan.