Bullet

A poem about a bullet. I used to hang out with many veterans of World War two, Korea, and Vietnam when I was younger, and this is a poem from their experiences kinda.

Flying through the air

Without a care

Until it finds a home

Within flesh and bone

Penetrating and annihilating

Slowly draining life

Making a widow out of a wife

A man seemingly unmoved by this sight

Looks his comrade in the eye

The man said he did not hesitate to pull it

Later ended his life with a bullet