The long rope hung in the air
The song was playing in his head
The barrel spins, click
He heard the voice
You are in charge of your weapon, always
The day the weapon takes charge of you, is the day we find you
The song plays in his head
The barrel spins, click
He wouldn’t die
The rope shook, but he wouldn’t die
He unloaded the magazine into his head
He done the decent thing
The song played in his head
The barrel spins, click
Images started to appear
He wouldn’t sleep
The house was the fortress now
The song played in his head
The barrel spins, click
The long rope hung in the air
He watched him walk away, smiling, inviting him
Destiny
The song played in his head
The barrel spins
The song plays into the distance.
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(Playing
at Destiny's: Russian roulettes
with our choices
removed form the wars
all around us
yet making battles of our lives
we look-on, judge
as if we ain't got stains
in those corners of our
ravenous, mouths
and scars, sculpting
engraving: envy, hate and jealousy
in our once
hope fuelled, hearts...)
'The song plays in his head
The barrel spins, click
He wouldn’t die
The rope shook, but he wouldn’t die
He unloaded the magazine into his head
He done the decent thing
The song played in his head
The barrel spins, click
Images started to appear
He wouldn’t sleep
The house was the fortress now
The song played in his head
The barrel spins, click
The long rope hung in the air
He watched him walk away, smiling, inviting him
Destiny
The song played in his head'..
(a brilliant, deep dive
dear visionary Poet
poetry, imbuing
that reflection of destiny's shadow
we see, glimmer
in those corners of our, weary eyes
recognising
shadows, of past
and dark clouds, of tomorrows
best
before, we've even brushed
our teeth
in our, undiscovered todays...)
f'ck negative mindsets
and #trending
nihilistic, posing routines
people
just got too much Time, to waste
as they watch
their neighbours, cough for breath..
For some, it's the only way to be free.
How very true...
Sadly!
Wow this is quite dark. But actually so revealing. I feel so many feel like their playing "russian roulette" with life, whether it be literally or metaphorically. Quite desolate but I sense hope.
I suppose a lot of people are.
I read your poem and then I just sit, trying to take in the enormity of what you've written. Of how life can become so unbearable that in the moment it is truly untenable. To get past that moment is the struggle, from where does the strength come? Such a wonderful piece.
Life does take people into dark places, and some just can't get out.
A novel Paul, you need this in your cliff-hanger thriller. I can see the scene playing out...
Be a cliffhanger at the football today, and that's just me getting there. lol
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