My Palace

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    My Palace

     The light was too bright,
    so she hid from the sun.
    In her dark palace,
    she held the gun.
    Closed her eyes
    And held her breath.
    Gripping the gun,
    Waiting for death.
    Placed her fingers
    in perfect position.
    The gun well loaded,
    with ammunition.
    Raising the gun
    up to her head.
    She ran from life,
    choosing death instead.
    Pulled the trigger
    and fired the shot..
    Dropping the gun,
    barrel still hot.
    And in that split second
    Before she died..
    I swear I saw it...
    My angel cried.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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