Joshua Fegley Poems

a legacy of broken dreams...
she came to me,
for love is never what it seems,
...

I put the shotgun to my head,
a fraction from now I'll be dead.
An ounce of lead pierces into my head,
cerebrial fluid starts to spread.
...

It's been eleven years,
since I first met you.
I know that the blessed,
are far and few.
...

As I stand,
feeling the rain;
flowing over me,
washing away my pain.
...

No one understands
They can't understand
You won't let them in
You won't let them understand
...

She dances
A little timid, a little shy
Such beauty and grace
Before the world's eye
...

Again...
you cut your wrist today,
you said you...
needed the release.
...

I come to you place,
and kick down your door,
as the door flies open...
I close the distance across the floor.
...

A young man molested,
as a boy; just a little boy.
Treated like an object,
or like a little toy.
...

Over the lips,
through the gums,
as I pull the trigger,
my shotgun hums.
...