Tommy Gun Blues
I can’t stay in
I can’t get out
My heart is so hard
My tears become drought
Your life is in my hands
But who holds mine
My rivers flow with blood
I am stranded in time
From across the gaping void
The light becomes clear
You realize with a start
There is no time for fear
My life will soon end
It’s a price I must pay
On the road of existence
I turned the wrong way
I will carry my burdens
Like a head in a noose
Just cannot shake
These Tommy Gun Blues
Bio: Fred Shrum, III was born near Washington, D.C. and grew up in Florida. He attended the University of South Florida and earned a B.A. in Communication with a minor in Business Administration. Previous works have been published in Suspense Magazine and Crime Magazine.