Genesis

Sam Porter,
Midnight gun toter,
Roaming around under streetlights.
Unsuspecting residents are tucked in for the night.

He makes his way into the ell of the building,
Keeping sure out of camera’s sight.
‘I know why you came,’ says the voice from the shadows;
The breath of silence that follows maims a staccato.

‘I was only doing what was best for you,
Being a man you could count on to tell you the truth.
Now take a good, hard look at who you’ve become,
A fugitive on the run who’s come undone.’

You said you could save me,
But we both know that’s a lie.
With one finger caressed over the trigger,
Cross my heart and hope you die.

You said it was love you gave me,
But we both know the reasons why I rage at night;
I was just a little boy cased in innocence.
I lost my confidence the day you took that away.

So now it’s your turn to listen,
‘Stand there and don’t speak.
I’m just here to show you I can practice what you preach.’
Love runs deep when you can appease those demons.

Eer I’m standing on the precipice of madness,
Can’t stop it from happening.
Pacifying you would be great fun to do,
Before reality breaks the silence.

Sirens blare outside like a children’s toy;
Hell bent on justice.
But sometimes revenge is the best ploy
To get well reconciled with your genesis.

He resents being a man on the run
Tired of sleeping with one eye open
Always looking over his shoulder
Waiting for the time to come to fire off another weapon.

 

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About humblefoot

Kyle Fisher (who often uses the alias Logan Rowley online and in his writing) has been enjoying writing since he was just 8 years old. His first formal publication was at the age of 13. He is now a spiritualist and openly queer author, perpetually searching for inspiration to create and learn more about the world around him. He is always drawn to the simplicity and uniqueness that life has to offer. He doesn’t identify with labels or socially constructed ideas about how the world should be. He believes that the world is your oyster, and that we all project our own destinies with the thoughts we choose to harbour about the universe. He is an idealistic, spiritualistic hippie who is just trying to find his place in this world, crafting each word to leave his mark, and promote love and equality among all people.
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