One
Shot dead
Lying there
Six hours
Two
I forgot how many died,
Unforgivable
Three
I
So strong
Refuse to help
I am one of those people
Who has given up on love.
I never found it
Although I’ve spent most of my life
Looking for it.
I might have found it
But I lost it
Many times and many times again.
I thought I had plenty of time
But opportunities flew from me
Like a escaped canary
Through an open window.
I thought it was my friend.
I thought it wanted to stay with me
On my journey.
But it was only a bird.
It wasn’t my friend.
It couldn’t give my life value.
It was only a bird.
I am one of those people
Who must travel alone
Feeling the weight of my own steps
Getting heavier
Moving slower
Until I step no more.