thread bare sheild

every one has limits

Teeth grit

To the point of cracking

Fists clenched

To the point of aching

The furrowed brow

Wrinkled to a painful scowl

How much more

Can a threadbare soul

Swallow

The barrel of your mouth

Releases those abusive bullets

That rape what’s left of my soul

I left my spirit

In the whisky bottle

On the top shelf

So no one can get to it

A guard dog

With the voice of joe pesci

Protects the weak scared remainder

Of what was once me…

Author's Note

Reviews

[EileenMarie]

The barrel of your mouth
Releases those abusive bullets
That rape what’s left of my soul............. hits home!

Excellent powerful write!

[Brad]

thank you, took a lot out of me

[Kenneth The Poet]

Powerful excellence.

[...]

Raw, naked anguish. Excellent expression, sir!

[Lily Mae]

So much pain and suffering.. too many of us go through this. I wish it took something as easy as a wand to make the world a better place.. xo

[Allen Smuckler]

If this is about someone else or made up...terrifically perceptive..
If this is or was about a passage of your life experience and pain, then I hope this write was cathartic and healing
Either way, powerful and poignant read, Brad..
allen

[_mal]

Very powerful

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Raw and real...pure Brad.
Love it.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Wow, this was etched with pain begging for some kind of release! I hope writing this helped!!

[KAREN]

Full of pain and anger, but written really well.