He pulled the trigger and it was done. Relief from remorse there would be none. Nothing he could do to make this right. Never would he sleep another night.
He had been wronged, and that part was true. It didn’t excuse it. He’d wronged too. Fleeing the scene, he had run to hide. Damn him, and damn all his foolish pride.
He knew inside it would do no good. His feet took him deep into the wood. Waiting, thinking, that was someone's son. If he could go back. Not buy the gun.
When they brought in the dog, he was caught. His greatest sin, and it was for not. Now he spends his days inside a cage. He’s racked with guilt, and ravaged by rage.
Well aware that it’s what he deserves. The greater punishment is his nerves. Shame takes over, he’ll never be loose. Late one night his own hands tie the noose.