Dead? Not Really.
Alex was lost to the world. He wanted it to end but he couldn't bring himself to do it. What happens when the brave spy finally brakes. But maybe it was for the best. Sad poem.
Watching, listening, waiting.
Spying, lying, dieing.
Alive? Only in body.
Does he care anymore?
No.
Is he lost? Separated from the world.
Yes.
Why will no one save him?
He did everything they ask.
Every damn thing.
He wanted it to end.
But he couldn't bring himself to do it.
Until one horrible night...
One finger on a tiger
One life for thousands
Did he do it for his country?
No one will ever know.
With his hitch of his breath,
he pulled it.
The man twitched,
fell to the ground.
Dead. Gone forever.
But two souls were lost that night
The teenager couldn't comprehend
He felt so alone. Was he?
He killed a man
but he saved thousands
so why did he feel so guilty
'He was evil.' he repeated to himself
But was he? he killed him.
The truth hit him hard.
He looked at the life taker in his hands,
put it against his head, closed his eyes,
and pulled.
Dead. Gone forever.
But maybe it was better this way.
For once, the spy was at peace.
With Ian, Jack, his parents.
Alex smiled and hugged his family.
AN: I really need reviews for this one! This is my first poem ever (That I took seriously!) And I actually loved doing it! So please give a nice author some reviews. Maybe I can do another poem if you guys like this. So PLEASE review!