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.
...

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

It's been eleven years,
since I first met you.
I know that the blessed,
are far and few.
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She dances
A little timid, a little shy
Such beauty and grace
Before the world's eye
...

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

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.
...