A lost man broken and torn into two, still breathing his last breath he leaves a clue.
leaks of blood in a shape of a screw, i thought to myself he has been killed by who?
Walking into the woods i found a hard hat in a tree, im trying to picture what can it be?
A screw,a hard hat, whats next? look it's cemented tracks.
Im closer and closer to solving the mystery death, next thing you know i fighting to catch my breath.
A plastic bag caught me with silence from stealth, it was so tight i couldnt call for help.
Slowly i reach for my hip, squeezing the trigga on my gun, making his body flip.
Im gasping for air, i give this object a stare, my eyes a blure, but i know its a sludge hammer thats there.
I now have the last of the clues, a sludge hammer, a hard hat, cemented tracks and a screw, i check the time, dued im late for supper.
If you still didnt get it, the mystery is a construction worker.
The man was broke into two by the sludge hammer, but this man i shot was wearing a camera.
Another unsolved mystery
wow
wow what a write, this is a wonderful piece, i was very ecited to reach the end while ready each line.
You have a great talent my friend,
keep penning
610
thanks
thanks i try to paint ictures when write a oem so it can capture the moments and speak the truth at the same time
wisdom comes from God
from the reader
will you did just that with this one. the descriptive writing on this piece was great for the reader.
keep it up
610
hey
mr.610 i have another poem called she devil and also the battle for love you should check them out i think you will enjoy
wisdom comes from God