The Sound of Thunder
Out there on the edge of town
Lies a crumbling railroad track.
I set my feet to running,
Too late for turning back.
I left my love behind me
in an irrigation ditch,
I caught her with another man
So I up and shot the witch.
Now the hounds are chasing me,
My race is nearly run,
With nowhere left for me to go
I slowly pull my gun.
The barrel is cold against my head,
Eternity is near.
There’s just the sound of thunder
Exploding in my ear.
Copyright © J. Summers | Year Posted 2021
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