Shame

I want to hide my face,

This is not a good place

I can’t believe what I have done

I picked it up, a loaded gun.

Bang! Went the shot

I remember a lot

But I don’t want to recall

Its in my head, I see it all.

The anger and shouting

That moment of doubting

BANG, the mess of insides out

Blood sprayed, “He’s dead” I shout.

My God, what have I done?

What do I do? Where can I run?

Who am I to do this?

Everything’s wrong, it’s all amiss.

I’m stuck on this spot

Shame with me, future forgot.

This skin is so wrong.

I know the worst of me, I don’t want to belong.

Written for Sunday Scribblings