Bullet Poem, by Writings From The Unknown13, at My poetic side

reality is like a bullet,

it came in quick,

and it finally hit me

broken glass and a sledge hammer in my hand

gun shots fired in the sky

this bullet is reality,

and this bullet is like a boomerang

this bullet follows me,

and it hits me when im weak

reality is a war zone

i want to scream until im voiceless

i have more holes in my heart than bullet holes through my body

my eyes widen as im watching everything shut down in this war im fighting

the air fills with smoke...

and the ground turns into a graveyard

i gotta figure this out before this bullet comes back...

or is it already to late?

Author: Writings From The Unknown13 ( Offline)
Published: May 31st, 2017 08:56
Comment from author about the poem: this poem is about reality and what this is about is how last school year me and an ex was forced to break up and forbidden to speak to and date and we snuck behind our families backs and the whole time i was living in a fantasy afraid to face real life and the acceptance of not being able to publicly date my ex and what this poem is saying is that reality is such a painful slap in the face, that in my case it was more like a bullet to the head
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Bullet