*barrel, Of A Loaded Gun* Poem by Daniel Richards

Can you help me…, a lost soul on the run?
I’ve searched everywhere but heaven
And the end of my road has nearly come
I can’t go back and there’s no where ahead
I’m looking for a tomorrow can you show me one?

I jumped head first into an escaping blend,
But came up breathless just short of an end
Looking for an outpost,
Looking maybe…, just
For a friend

Or something to save me, a bottle, maybe my unborn son
But the only justice to which ive come,
For a lonely man, is a barrel of a loaded gun
Upon a rock of the rising sun
My shadow will leave a burning remnant of my name
And empty barrel and empty head, a new day begins again
Blowing all bad memories of me away, scorched by the sun,
Oh the sweet taste of a barrel, of a loaded gun