The gun was pointed at me.
I saw the anger in his eyes,
with the clenching of his teeth,
and the quiver in his lips.
He was scared and filled with fear.
The gun,
shaking unsteadily in his hands.
I’m sure he never thought it would come to this.
I’m sure he thought more of himself.
But, it was too late now, his answer in his hands.
My heart is on the floor.
My body on the cold ground.
You are forgiven.
I forgive you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem