Ammo Comes and Goes Poem, by Duran Mazzana, at My poetic side

Reason ceases creases created

by the spinner wheel.

And the damnation that whacks all

incoming ammunition is no surprise to me—

that I’ve got that same mission.

I was determined,

I was confident,

I was sure,

but I was ignorant.

I didn’t know I was, but I’m glad I know.

I wish the comfort of seeing beyond

came back to me.

And though my former events

were created by ignorance,

inventing a future is a solace

one will never know again.

For when your time comes,

and you’re put into the gun—

BANG!!!

Reason ceases all.

Comments +

sorenbarrett April 16th, 2025 17:25
Destiny? A bullet in a gun. Nicely written thought provoking
Poetic Licence April 17th, 2025 01:58
A thought provoking gun seeing ones destiny at the end of a gun, nicely expressed and written

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