caught

He knew I hated guns

How could he bring me here
where the sound of gunfire
would ring daily
poison my ears
rattle my brain

His own guns stood silent
I hid his ammo
as if there were no more
left to buy
as if that could stop him

When he was
so sick
so crazy
I begged them
please, take his guns away

they did
but then he got them back

he is gone now

from this place
I try to change it
make it mine
but the sound of gunfire
reminds me

even now
I hear him call

Where are the shells for my shotgun?

and i shiver
lie