By: Kayla Ann Davis
There once was a son and his father
They lived in a bad neighborhood
Their house was shot at and robbeddaily
The father was scared for his son's life
You see, his son was five
He loved to play with the kids outside
But one day his son was shot and killed
The father wanted revenge fast
To kill, to make his son's killer suffer
Before the father could get a second thought
It was too late to go back
When he saw the killer
He went blood crazy
Just started shooting anywhere
He did not realize what had happened until he heard a woman scream
He glanced near the scream and what he found was horrifying
A girl lay motionless on the road
The father was so angry with himself
That he pulled the gun to his head
His last thoughts were of his son
How they used to laugh and play
"We will be together again soon" he whispered
Then he pulled the trigger
He ended his life and was buried in an unmarked grave
| 
Email this Poetry
| 
Add to reading list
