Bullet to the Head Just Maybe

The only way out of my mind

Through this storm I crawl

Into her thoughts

I press on forever searching

Why is she me but so far away

Stuck in these dreams of horror

I fall yet again

 

Will there ever be a light

In this darkness I see the past

Reflections of what I've done

All the memories flood my body

Overflowing and spilling over

Capturing my screams within hers

We're here

We're alive

We're one

And I can no longer take myself

 

An escape I want

I find the blade

Too slow

Wanting no chance for rescue

I put down the silver and reach for black

Pulling the trigger

I'll find my way out

Away from her

Out of the screams

 

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Author's Note

This poem is one of my closest friends speaking. I wrote it for this person...

Reviews

[Ian]

"An escape I want
I find the blade
Too slow
Wanting no chance for rescue
I put down the silver and reach for black
Pulling the trigger
I'll find my way out
Away from her
Out of the screams"

Dark and beautiful words so well written and put together...
Just wonderful!
Sad but such a wonderful piece!
I loved it!

[Grady McShane]

Dark piece. I felt it. Good job putting it together like that from the thoughts of another. Sort of takes the reader (well at least me ;)) to that sick and dark place. Sad, but I think people need sad writing to understand minds that are in distress. No Criticisms.
Cheers,
GM