PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I don't think I was meant to be this way.
A glass cannon who once was a work
Of art but the world twisted into a
Weapon for its own selfish purpose.

Now I'm firing off shots
Feeling backed into a corner
As trepidation approaches.

Watching my glass crack with
Every shot fired, watching my beauty
Be spent on the mundane.
Watching me forget my way.

I never wanted to play these
War games. Thumping chests
And measuring sticks for what?

If only I knew how to walk away?
I fear there's nothing left for me
To do but shatter, painful shards of
What has been a painful life.

I could stop. Cease firing,
Cease doing what's expected of me,
But what's a weapon that doesn't fire?

Can it be a work of art again?
Can it inspire life instead of
Tearing it down?
I truly don't know.

I hope to abandon this battlefield.
To lay forgotten by the world and
Let wildlife devour this cannon.