Bullet

 You are that bullet to my psyche,
the breaking point
that sent me flying off the edge,
the final, glorious descent into madness
that feeds this demon inside me.
And as I lay,
splintered and fragmented at the bottom of the cliff,
you push your glasses back up the bridge of your nose,
wondering what all that mess is.

 

 

Reviews

[Jessica]

Beautiful poem =)

[Rockebah]

The words of this poem jumps out and touches me sentence after sentence.
It is very good

[KatieDaray]

I personally like the poem, it tells a long story in a short poem. Nice work