Confetti Cycle

by Joseph Fultz   Jul 8, 2014


Your 60 pounds soaking wet with boots on.
Your the one everyone snoozes on.
But they don't know your sick.
To much money for you.
To much stress on your family.
She doesn't know how to handle.
Depressing thoughts start to manifest.
Grab the gun out the dresser drawer.
Hands are shaky palms are sweaty.
Kid walks in heads confetti.
He grows up without a mother figure.
And as he gets older his confidence belittles.
In tough times he thinks about you.
Heartbroken.He buys a gun off a lost case.
Thinking about where his mother would be.
Puts the gun to his head lines up the bead.
Bang!His kid walks in heads confetti.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Trinity Heart

    O my! This is a strong piece grammar mistakes here and there but a good strong poem