My Vision Poem by Caleb Jones

HE STARES BUT CAN'T FOCUS HIS VISION

THE PAIN CUTS LIKE AN INCISION,

DEEP DOWN WITH PRECISION

HE HAS ONE DECISION, WILL HE FOLOW?

REPRESS HIS FEELINGS, FILLED WITH ACHE YET SO HOLLOW

SORROW IS ETCHED INTO HIS FACE

WHAT HE WOULD'NT GIVE FOR A SINGLE EMBRACE

WITHOUT A TRACE, HIS EMOTIONS ARE DONE

A GAME HE PLAYS THAT CAN'T BE WON

WITH A GUN, HE PLANS TO END THE VISCIOUS PUN

ALL HE WANTS TO DO IS FLEE

LOOKS TO THE SKY AND SCREAMS, 'WHY ME? '

I CAN’T LOOK AT PHOTOGRAPHY,

MOMENTS OF THE PAST THAT IS NOT HE

WHAT HE CAN'T SEE, IS HOW HIS MINDS BENT

HOW CAN A MAN BECOME SO DEFIENT?

NO WORDS ESCAPE FROM THE HORROR SO SILENT

HIS THOUGHTS TURN PHYSICAL, A SCENE SO VIOLENT

HIS DEMONS EMERGE TRIUMPHANT

HANDS START TO SHAKE, PAINS DESENT

ONE BLAST SEALED HIS FATE, DEATH HITS LIKE A COLLISION

HIS REGRET COMES TO LATE, BLOOD SEEPS LIKE CORRISION

HE STARES BUT CAN'T FOCUS HIS VISION