Wrong Way Out

2008 Poetry

Wrong Way Out

Shot and left for dead in a dark alley,

cold water puddling around my corpse.

Never saw the fired round that hit me,

nor the son of a bitch who did me wrong.

Thought I would never end my days this way,

cold and clammy on the wrong side of town.

Always thought I would be gray and older,

with amends in place so I felt secure.

Going out with warmth and feelings of joy,

instead of hate and vengeance in my mind.

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