The Dark Poem by Paul Warren

It's been six days with my hand on my gun
An outlaw forever my running just begun
It wasn't my fault I'll always say
But now I feel I'm just wasting away

The dark sits on my shoulder
Making me act always and forever bolder
It happened when he cornered me
And he screamed I'll get you wait and see

My only love he murdered in a horrible crime
He killed her in an act so vicious and unkind
And covered it up so easily
But revenge will be mine just wait and see

It's a struggle that is inside and out
That at times boils making me wanna shout
For the dark never leaves it's all I hear
As it constantly whispers in my ear

So I set a trap and waited silently for him
The dark steeling me wanting the killing to begin
Then I saw him and quickly shot him down
I knew he was dead before he hit the ground

It seemed to me such an easy thing to do
Revenge is a dish better served cold all the way through
And we started running not separated as one
Just the dark with me and my gun.

© Paul Warren Poetry