It slowly dawned on me what I'd done as I placed the gun on the table. I watched my hand move slowly away with this strange and heavy object. Stretching out away from me as in a déjà-vu experience. My hand still tingled from the shock which the small gun had sent smashing through my whole being. My ears ringing, I dared not turn around, knowing what lay on the ground behind me, but at the same time a sense of fascinated horror caused me to slowly turn and grasp what my actions had caused.

Juice

The day breaks,

Cold, clouds,

weighing heavy on my soul,

dreams of the night plaguing my thoughts,

the day grows, without sunshine,

burdens take hold, forgetting my sorrow,

engulfing me, enveloping my mind,

but my orange juice tastes good.

Paths

Walking, stumbling,

Down broken paths,

Dark and deep,

Tired, I walk,

The paths to my heart.

Walk

I walk the line of of life.
The just to one side,
the unjust on all others.
Around me lies destruction,
results of my thought

Pangs

Pangs of being race through my veins,
Breathing labored by my being.
Icy cold cutting my breathing,
My pangs cutting into my life.

Life

Life is short and filled with pain,

Life is love and loss and gain.

Life is dark and light and quick,

Life is over too fast, long or short,

Life is precious, respectful and cherished,

Life is, life will always be.

Haunted

The night I haunt.

Sliding through the shadows, stealth and quiet.

The shadow itself feels me not.

The quite itself hears me not.

The night itself is not haunted.

It is I, the haunted.

Marker

All points along the road,

All markers in my life,

All ways I have travelled,

Lead me here,

Lead to now,

I am who I am, that is obvious,

If I had strayed, who would I be?

Who's to say?

Who can claim?

Was my path true?

Did I go straight?

Am I who I'm supposed to be?

I walk and look,

For the next point,

Marker on the way.