Vengeance

March 16, 2009
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I could hear the sound of pounding feet
As Tom and I were running, running for the street
The noise echoed on the hardwood floor
Tom was right behind me as we made it to the door
But then I heard it and my heart skipped a beat

The shooter fired his pistol twice
One bullet hit Tom, the other hit the ice
I could not believe what I was seeing
I turned around as the shooter was fleeing
Tom was lying there bleeding with wide open eyes

By the time the cops had arrived
My brother Tom had already died
They said that they could help me find
The killer's face in my mind
But I had other plans, so I lied

I will hunt him down until he is found
I will hunt him down like a bloodhound
Under all the anger and hate
I will catch him with my bait
I will put him in the ground

Later that night, the wind was a fright
As I got ready for a fight
I checked all my gear
And I had no fear
I was sure my vengeance would serve him right

I searched for hours, then saw his car
His headlights were twinkling like a star
I raised my arm and shot the gun
When I saw he was swerving, I knew I had won
His car exploded as it hit the bar

I was so glad it was finally done
The game was over and I had won
The street was a slippery snake
As all the people became awake
I took one last look and began to run

The morning light was the sun as it woke
The sky was filled with ash and smoke
Red flashing lights were like a carnival ride
They cuffed my hands and threw me inside
The wrote down every word I spoke

The streets were clearing as they drove me away
I knew I was guilty there was nothing to say
I told the judge how he killed my own blood
The jury said 'guilty', my name was mud
I was locked in prison by the end of the day

'Bang, Bang', went the gun as I dreamed of that night
I saw the blood from the devastating fight
As I woke from my sleep I began to cry
I wondered why two people had to die
I realized what I did was not right





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Electricity This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 6, 2009 at 5:54 pm
wow, amazing poem. i actually believed for a split second that you really killed a man, but then I though, "i would have heard about it, and prisoners don't have computers.". silly me. Great poem, it flowed well.
 
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