BULLET TO THE HEAD

While the gun is shot at point blank range,
I doubt if the sound will be heard.
Life leaves fast; before you know,
Darkness is all you see.
Killer disappears,
Her heart is chained and free,
As she cries with eyes aglow.
Rain has tied the flying black bird.
Days without you are no longer strange.

Mistakes will never run the same road.
If ever you sight any twice,
Just know that the second one
is no mistake at all
but madness disguised.
Remember the first fall
in the garden such as none
Never with a woman play dice;
She’ll shoot you and then write you an ode.

Younglan Louis