Next Time

Next Time 

December 13, 2019

Under a pale moon

The snow falling all around

Spirits rustling the leaves 

The demons smiling 

Outside the school house 

In a white suit

A rose in on hand 

A 1957 revolver in the other

Dark Emerald eyes 

Whose view has been clouded

By a longing for death

A longing for an escape

Upon his face, tears

Are nowhere to be found 

Only bruises and scars 

Of beatings and fights

He raises the revolver 

Forcing it to touch his skull

His arms covered in day old cuts

He smiles just as the demons had

Sirens scream onto the property

Policemen scrambling out of their vehicles 

As weeping parents panic

For the boy, only one thought enters

‘Next time they will listen

To the cries for help, pay

Attention to the signs

Only there won't be a next time for me’

His smile fades 

His grip on the trigger tightens

Through the valley the gun echo’s

As color crimson stains the pearl snow