I once killed a man.
It was self-preservation,
him or me, I needed
to remove him from
any future plans.
No reservations.
It was only thing
that could make any sense,
to bring about any sanity.
I was so much younger then..
Didn't see coexistence
as a safe place to be,
I didn't have the resistance.
He had already taken greatly from me.
Taken any future surety I had locked
in my safe without a key.
So, I did what I needed, and ended a life
so that I could be.
I once took a man's life.
His was one that didn't sit right.
He walked with no pride,
Shuffled aside.
Let himself be trampled,
then sat alone and cried
I couldn't watch on
knowing the pain held inside.
I once killed a man.
Stole his life, before he could
turn the gun on me.
He couldn't abide me, you see.
Two sides of the same coin
and we were like cowboys.
Two pistols at dawn. Bang.
Down he fell.
Where his hat used to hang,
blood pooled like the rivers of hell.
I became me that day.
Said farewell to the past.
Became the man you know,
started to live at last.
I once killed a man
to become who I am.
He lived on a diet of self-hate.
regurgitated daily over his plate,
a sad state, lived awaiting
the hands of fate to stop turning.
I wrote him out in a scribble,
hands churning line after line.
A flurry of word bullets
to cut him down,
to stop him from putting
me down before I reached my prime,
and now I can walk free.
Free from the man that used to be me
a small step at a time.
Thanks for reading.
taken from the #escapril prompt
"Dark secret"
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