Kara's Second Poem

By Timothy Susan Regan

My heart spills out missing you

Every day since you left has been so blue

My thoughts race faster than dale

I wish sometimes I was in hell

The cold steal reminds me of your heart

As it’s presses against my temple ready to start

My finger is on the trigger Ready to pull

Soon my head will be a little less full

The darkness of the day is analeptic

As I can pretend that you still like me

As the world stops spinning there’s nothing I can’t see

But the red of your lips turning away from me