gunsmoke

six words loaded
gunfire for thoughts
dreams of happily-ever-after
left behind the smoke
reality as nightmarish
cinane swallowed down
no one could pull the trigger
just one man left in town.

My inspiration…  Many left for America, dreams of utopia. The debate exists as to what remains of that dream. The verdict depends on who is asked. These six words hit hard. Voting tomorrow. We shall see how this vote effects America.

Some say what remains is hope, rising from the ashes. I am less at ease. Still, let us hope. 

Poetry

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