Boom

I feel at times,
I was brought into this World
paralyzed
never intimated sensating
wonders of life
like what it's like to walk
down that aisle
because I always had
this crippled back

Simply want
my Sun to rise,
can it shine on my
infantile
once gum-toothed
bubbling smile
it's stifled
by the
clack of your
gun
which is loaded
and aimed

You put me under
the scope's,
duress
ignite the powder;
chamber smoking and
heat compressed
taking the life
of not only the woman
you were 'made to adore'
but your child unborn
a vessel
forbearing no more

Won't signal the first
in a long line of
family- not for he or she,
not you
and not for me
just a wide, vacant
gaping
hole
in my chest



(c) Paul LaTorre 2010