Silence short poem

Can I kill he asked
the sun had just gone down
evening promised cool breeze
and a light shower to go along
love was in the air
and he had a gun in his hand
Can I kill he asked again
wait, replied the voice
keep walking some more
feel the breeze, feel the love
cannot feel them, he replied
children had come out
playing small meaningless games
so absorbed in what they did
without a care for tomorrow
taking life for granted
he crossed them on a trot
didn’t have it in him to stop
Kill Kill Kill said the voice
he walked on
It was silence once again
he came to a park
lovers holding hands
elderly gathered in groups
some using the jogging track
Kill Kill Kill said the voice
he couldn’t
his hands were rocks
his legs lead
his eyes fireballs about to explode
his breath stale and sick
Kill Kill Kill
I cannot I cannot
you have to
this is where it ends
yes this is where it ends
clouds in his mind cleared
hands lifted themselves
there were some shrieks as he fell
there was silence once again

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