A BULLET WOUND
A bullet wound to the heart is nothing compared to my
Shot with the revolver of emotion.
Lying still in the rain.
Not in items of possession.
I won’t pay a dime.
With each strike my heart bleeds out more.
I feel the dripping of blood to my core.
A physical bullet will not kill me faster,
than the pain I have from this emotional disaster.
Alexis L. Thompson