Guns and Hands

I wanted to show both perspectives in this poem to get people to think about this real life situation of how bad things can get. Sometimes we want to believe one side and ignore the other side.

You stare me down from a mile away

in your dusty clothes. 

In your mind you're planning something

so cruel and unnecessary,

yet in the back of your mind

you're thinking about all those past 

memories of anger and despair,

but maybe you're life wasn't bad 

in those innocent years of life. 

So ask yourself why you're 

doing this instead of doing the inevetable

that you could never forget or pass up. 

But part of you know that's morally wrong.

You keep saying to yourself you don't care

about the consequences or the person

you're staring at. 

The only thing you do is from impulse

and adrenaline as you pass the street

to get to the other side getting closer 

to your next victim. 

As you approach me,

you yell so loudly that it put's 

me into over-shock of fear. 

You tell me you have a gun 

and aren't afraid to use it,

but your hands are shaking 

while you hold it out. 

You put the gun closer to the person's head

and tell them to empty out everything

they got. 

You see me crying and shaking 

to a pale face, 

but you don't even care

so I have to obey what you say 

before I lose my life. 

You push the gun against their head harder

with your finger on the trigger,

but the victim doesn't know

that you got no bullets.

As I'm emptying out scared of what's

going on and close to blacking out, 

I see someone from a far not 

realizing what's happening around them.

I'm thinking about screaming for help, 

but I know this person will pull that trigger. 

Then a bright light shines on me,

and I realize that I could grab the gun

and throw it out, but reality comes striking back

when seeing this guy who is stronger than me

can take everything away. 

When I take the last item out the man

runs away with everything I gave to him;

and I fall to the ground feeling hopeless 

and a loss of security. 
You run off with the victim's possessions 

feeling relieved, 

but without noticing a car coming from behind

you take your last and final breath of 

regret and selfishness to a world 

of never ending pain. 

In that last glimpse of light 

you regret jaywalking.

Author's Note

I hope you enjoy this and forgive my grammar and punctuation. This is not to be personal on any level.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Good buildup of suspense that seizes the reader's attention and holds it. I don't know if you meant the ending to be ironic or comic, but it can be taken either way. Very good storytelling in this one. You are right about the punctuation, especially in the uses of your and you're. Polish that and you'll have a really good piece here.

[wordman]

this sounds so familiar in a big city,but now it goes on in small town america,sounds like you may have experienced this