The kid with a Glock
has his mind in a knot
a brain with no thought
just the tears that he fought.
When Daddy put up a gun
as part of his drunken night's fun
he forgot how to run
turned into a teen with no sun
to shine on his pain
instead, lost the meaning of sane
forced to take the wrong lane.
Now all that he gained
was a darkness that weighed
his fear stayed untamed
with no one to blame.
When it all got too much
the boy had no crutch
he found comfort in touch
of a hand to a grip
the safety that clips
the trigger that rips
a body that tips
a life that omits.