Steampunk cowboy

the power went out
after that
the panic spread
chaotic as always
leaving only death
on the path
that they tread.

i was forced to,
holding weapons
in both of my hands
in my right
my father’s revolver
and in the other…
my confused rage!

I fought
for ten years 
without taking a rest
my arm
the one i lost
it aches,
from the mental pain i receive
directly in my brain!

I flinch
from the cold steel
that presses
on my warm flesh,
vibrate all over my body
my head
stands tall,
taking pride in my fake hand!


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