The Old Man's Daughter
Heard the old man's daughter
Screaming, touched once more.
I grabbed my courage and got my gun.
Walked out to the bare land.
Knocked down the door.
"You haven't met me, I am the only son".
Pulled the trigger and shot him dead.
Those weary eyes stared back at me.
Those last words ran through my head.
Copyright © Lidija Vresk | Year Posted 2012
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