To the Mugger

You came from the shadow of the red brick,

Hands quivering from the weight of the pistol.

My face the gun kissed, my fall hysteric.

I bled as you ran, my wallet a hole.

Gone my proof of a life in the making,

Unlike the mountainous mark I now don.

Not simply money that you had taken,

But single smiles of people long gone.

We are the same in that we must provide,

For you too may possess faces of young,

And the memories of those that have died,

Safe now with money from what you have done.

Our short lives both made of losses and wins.

Even is the web that fate ‘ever spins.

Reviews

[KatiePie]

I liked the way this ended, I expected it to end in something filled with sorrow, since anything about muggers usually do, but this was different, it didn't end sadly, it ended honestly, sure the truth can hurt, but I think the brutality of he honesty gives this piece a beauty that I haven't seen in far to long. This breaks down the emotions of the victims, the point of view is unique. Reading this was a great experience and a huge treat. :) I hope to read more of your work in the near future, great write. :)
-Cathrine

[tworeeler]

Beautiful and concise, no improvement required.
Sorry I didn't read and rate sooner.

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interesting concept and excuted well...their reward in short lived..literally!