Trigger

With his father gone, so was the money.

His mother got a job waiting tables.

But it wasn't enough to keep the house,

They moved into a cheap apartment.

 

With peeling paint covering the walls,

A siren passing the window every 10 minutes,

And cockroaches cluttering the filthy sink,

It isn't the best part of town, but it has to do.

 

He was only 9 when they moved there.

"It's only for a little while," the mother

Promised her scared son.  But it lasted

Much longer than that,they were stuck there.

 

By the time the son was 16 he was

No longer liing at home. No, he was living

In the state prison with his fellow gang

Members for a gang rape/murder.

 

One day in the court yard, he got into

A brutal fight.  He picked the wrong opponent.

His friends came and helped him.  In the end,

His neck was snapped, dead instantly.

 

When news was brought to the mother,

She did not shed a tear, merely said "thank you,"

Closed the door and took the gun from her

Nightstand.  She put the barrel in her mouth

 

And pulled the trigger.

Reviews

[Legion]

So sad. Strange what paths life can lead you down. An abrupt piece but the message was clear. Kudos.

[Zombeh]

Yet again, another story in poem form, and I loved it. It was sad, and it made me feel for the mother and her sorrows. Keep it up, I love the way you write :)