Empty
He found himself pacing back n fourth in his empty house as if looking for something he had lost. The only sound heard was that of the freezer re filling the ice cubes and the dripping tap he kept forgetting to shut off. he slowly made his way to his dark brown leather chair, sat and began to sip on the half glass of flat cola. He sat their wondering to himself why the sound of silenced sounded so loud, and why being surrounded with people felt so lonely. He wrote this Poem:
Surrounded by all the ones who I love
But still I find myself alone
What does his mean
What does this mean
I was never the kindest soul
But jumped at the opportunity to help
But just as he finished that verse, he felt the urge to do something he could never take back. He reached for the hidden handgun he kept in a secret drawer in the coffee table, and without a warning or a letter to leave behind he shot.
Copyright © Nestor Sanabria | Year Posted 2012
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