The Kill

The Kill

A Poem by Edmund Reilly
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There's a boy and he has a gun. This is his story and he looks like fun!

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My bone’s aching and my body’s shaking.
My soul’s screaming and my heart’s not beating.
I can hear him and he’s crying,.
I feel dead!


I can hear voices,
Strangers with no faces,
Talking!
Constantly whispering in my head.

“Do it dear, pull the trigger.

Don’t you fear, life’s all bitter.”
But he’s afraid, and I can hear.
I feel his pain, he’s too dear.


I shut my eyes, and shake my head.
I'm raising my arm,
holding a gun, 
I’m not afraid,

But rather calm.


I see his eyes,
 
They're wide open.

He looks pale, 

Perhaps broken.

“End him now!
Let him remain unspoken.”


So I pull the trigger and the bullet flew.
The glass broke,
I guess they knew.
I’m all alone now in my chamber. 
Nothing’s here, 

But the mirror that’s now broken.
 


© 2016 Edmund Reilly



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Beautifully written and a very interesting topic. Is the boy contemplating suicide? The inner conflict is so evident. Contrasting thoughts. Finally relief....It's just the mirror that has been shattered.....

Posted 1 Year Ago


Edmund Reilly

1 Year Ago

Hi, thank you for dropping by and thanks for you feedback :)
A sigh of relief....he is alive. Great twist...It made the story stand out. The terror and pain of the boy is paralyzing and so intensely felt. Sad, as I feel the conflict should never reach a point where it turns into a question of life or death.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Edmund Reilly

1 Year Ago

Thanks for dropping by and thank your for your kind words.
I've heard the same voices, and understand the inner conflict.
Sometimes our reflections can be painful to look at.

Great write.



Posted 1 Year Ago


Edmund Reilly

1 Year Ago

Thanks for dropping by, I really appreciate your feedback.
Amazingly written, and nice twist at the end. Keep up the good work!

Posted 1 Year Ago


Edmund Reilly

1 Year Ago

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I love the intensity of it.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Edmund Reilly

1 Year Ago

Thanks mate.
Again, your imagery is wonderful. Your rhyming adds to your piece. A good composition.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Edmund Reilly

1 Year Ago

Thanks. I'm glad you liked it
Great rhyming! Love it and the idea.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Edmund Reilly

1 Year Ago

Thanks, I'm glad you liked it.
I really wasn't expecting the twist at the end, nice touch.
I was sucked into the story of a young man involved in gang culture, bowing to the inevitable peer pressure and a need to 'belong'.
The pace and phrasing had my mind reading it like a Plan B rap (I think most rap music has a silent 'c', but I like Plan B).
But then the second reading makes me ask again... was I right, did he shoot and deliberately miss? Now he doesn't belong... alone, he does not have them as his 'mirror' and must work out who he wants to be?


Posted 1 Year Ago


Edmund Reilly

1 Year Ago

Hi and thank you so much for dropping by. Yes, he doesn't have his mirror anymore, but maybe he didn.. read more
Great theme and one can write a beautiful story on this theme.. i wish to.. Best of luck and keep writing

Posted 1 Year Ago


Edmund Reilly

1 Year Ago

Thanks :)
I'm glad you liked it.
Lol I started to develop a very sad an dark picture but it turned out pretty good though in the end! So that boy shot the mirror*as he thinks now he shot himself* lol. It was good. I really like it. Keep up the good work!

Posted 1 Year Ago


Edmund Reilly

1 Year Ago

Glad you liked it. And thank you for dropping by :)

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I’m an aspiring author, a trying-to-be thinker, an absolute dreamer, sometime a traveller, always a wanderer, and somewhat a drifter. I work as a freelance writer, journalist, tutor, and web dev.. more..

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