A Second More Poem by August W. Landing

Kill me slow
Not as fast
Gun harm bleeding
Out my heart.
You will live a second more
When you end my life

You will live a day or more
Or another eon,
Waiting for what I have found
Right before your gun

I hate sometimes
And love sometimes
I cry and laugh again sometimes.
I hold sometimes
another soul
And promise it myself

I go to bed unsound sometimes
And fall behind sometimes.
I run to catch again sometimes
And face the deeper woes,
I envy what i was sometimes
And beg time to return.

So kill me slow
not as fast
gun harm bleeding
Out my heart
You will live a second more
when you end my life