Hand on Trigger

A poem. Duh. Not much to say about this one.

I'm a bird with broken wings

Made of glued-together broken things

With dull eyes that may have shone

If ignored was my heart, and broke were my bones

 

I'm a raincloud, and sometimes a rainbow

Sometimes sullen, sometimes I glow

When my skin rains blood, I get wet

When I'm shining, I'm a regret

 

I'm the rabbit, I'm the hunter

Often feeling six feet under--

Fleeing quickly from the bullet

Chasing, hand on trigger, and I pull it

 

I'm impatient, patience I hate

I hate having to sit there and wait

Something is always "worth it" in the end

Getting the long-awaited phone call from a friend

 

I'm a puppet with broken strings

Made of sewn together broken things

With dull eyes that never shine

Plastic, glue-on puppet's eyes are mine.

Reviews

[Lady Madonna]

You are truly gifted, my dear!

[-TweetyBirdd.!-]

I love this.! Its awesome, and im not exactly sure what else to say about it...you left me speechless yet again. (: