Ricochet
Ricochet
Today I committed murder
a friendship, I killed.
No one made me do it,
I did it of my own free will.
My weapon was my mouth
I didn’t use a gun.
I blurted out a few thoughtless words
and then the deed was done.
I wish I could take it all back
make like it was before.
Since I expressed my selfish ways,
on that, I’ve closed the door.
Never will there be the trust
the two of us once had.
There will always be a fence between us
that is iron clad.
Although we may smile and nod
as we pass each other by,
the words I said in anger
will remain and never die.
My life will always have this scare
of what I did that day.
I wounded a part of myself
from the ricochet.
