Urge

Urge I opened my eyes Got out of bed and… …decided to kill The rays of sun like hard beams into tiny pupils Pained me The drawer contained the gun beneath the socks Monday, Tuesday, Wednes, Thurs, Fri, Sa, S A knock on Mrs Bervie’s door and shuffles Rolled eyes from me “Hello” BANG! BANG! BANG! So long old one Back to bed to dream of the sweet meadows calling me In Heaven.