Okay

When you can’t kill the deer

it’s okay to say okay.

Give in to life

and let live.

The one you save may be your own,

and it’s good, you’ve saved many.

But that one life you lose may be

your own as well, at least

a good half of you,

and that is the kind

of sorrow broken apart

that finally quells all killing,

puts guns down for good,

and echoes now how, it’s okay,

I don’t think about one shot anymore.

Leave a comment