Cold steel.

wanted to do a poem that's graphically disturbing for something different.

Cold steel.

The metallic stale smell

of gunshot residue

reverberates

down cylindricals grey.

Pushed against the roof

of his palate, perched,

caressing, supporting;

a smooth bore barrel, high.

His lips embraced

the cold steel of carbine;

comforting to know

his life will be over, soon.

He hesitates, shaking

on the finality

of his decision;

fingers grasped,

the trigger to be pulled

knowing forwell

this was the end,

 to an end.

Reviews

[zunie frost]

A nice piece of work my friend ... beautiful as always

[andrew mitchell]

thank you zunie for your words and dropping by.

[V]

This is an absolutely great and excellently written poem. I love your choice of words, my mind is still reeling from the images mingled with pure waves of emotions. Superb write yet dark topic though maybe that's where excellence is rooted in poetry.

[andrew mitchell]

thanks for the lovely review vanessa. i wondered on the reaction being a dark topic lol

[V]

I love such dark topics. You're welcome.

[Usman Muhammad]

comforting to know
his life will be over, soon.
and also--
this was the end,
to an end.
these lines are beautifully placed in the poem that they add a lot of meaning to the poem.
I don't know much about the poetry but the content of this poem is very strong.
Well written sir

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you dear poet:)