The Stranger

There it lay upon the bed,
So innocent all alone.
The gun was polished and ready to use
Just minutes he'd be home.

His day had gone good until the end.
So much stress did he attend.
His wife had left.
His kids were gone.
Nothing was left he cried.
Even worse he got a call,
saying his youngest died.

Frustrated This man
broke loose inside.
He couldn't speak with
all the emotions he tried to hide.
Now all alone inside the car.
He wept with tears of hate.
He didn't care to live or die
It was a bullets decision to make.

The house was empty, he didn't care
He only wanted back what used to be there.
All the stress and all the emotions
He bottled all inside,
Now it was his chance to show
His feelings he desperately cried.
The gun that lay before him,
He loaded with graceful hands.
With one single shot, a second to spare,
he'd die a peaceful man.

He pulled the trigger and fell to the ground
Leaving blood lay all around.
A note was left to say:
Dear all I love, I am not here
Please do not cry today.
I am gone though wont be missed
my stress had gone too far
And now you see me lay here dead
This is Who you are.