STARING DOWN THE BARREL
The gun pointed
By a stranger whose actions
Determine everything.
The gun's barrel is connected
In circumstance
With a father’s harsh glare.
In the face of both
He feels
Diminished.
As he stands waiting
His hears the words
From years before.
His father’s voice, the spittle,
The raised hand, while in the room a silence,
Like the angel of death, descended.
Once again he felt
Not good enough
Unworthy
Trapped in the circumstance
Of someone else’s doing.
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