10 steps I take to walk away from him. 

9 steps, flintlock is checked to kill my friend.

8 times my wife has cried to please not leave 

7 times my scintilla of doubt knows

6 shouts I hear call out to stop this game. 

5 ways I could have saved my son from this.

I can’t wait 4 it. I must honor him. 

He died this way. 

3 arguments that got us to this place

2 seconds away from seeing my mom

1 planted seed away from legacy  

Is this how you will all remember me? 

My final curlicues written  

Saying howdy to God 

I need more time 

Too late

Reviewed and Edited by Kien Powell