PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

    Forgetting myself, losing control,

I’m tragically wounded, burning my soul.

So much I’ve lost, I feel like I’m dead,

I’m so alone inside my head.

Left me here, to fix all that I’ve done,

Visions of death, gripping my gun.

Reality checks in, the 45 at my head,

Finger on the trigger, my rights have been read.

Smoke fills the air, my wounds bleed,

Screams break the silence, death covers my greed.

Living one more day, this is my fate,

Hate what I don’t know, knowing what I hate.

Life is short, but it’s mine to take,

Assuming it’s mine, my only mistake.

Keeping death close, try another day,

Just incase, I decide to stay.

Release tension, I hold my gun tight,

Only this time, I aim it right.

Target ahead, never been bigger,

Smoke pours, shells fly, again I pull the trigger.