Loaded Gun

Loaded Gun

A Poem by John Stussy
"

It's just some... thoughts I guess.

"

It's there before me.

I didn't mean to find it,

Just happened to be laying there

On the same road

I've walked a million times.

It's dangerous,

It's a small thing

That could be a loaded gun.

Or it could be nothing at all

But a figment of my insecurities.

The question is,

Shold I try to learn,

Is it a gamble worth taking?

It's pointed right at my heart.

Should I examine

And see it's reality?

Or would I be better

In a false security,

Walking on by

And pretending I didn't see

What could possibly be a loaded gun.

If I touch it,

It could go off.

Turn my back

And it happens to be real,

The bullet will still be deadly,

And still pointed at my heart.

 

So, the first question is,

Is it a loaded gun?

Second,

Do I really want to know...?

© 2008 John Stussy


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Great write John, it could be a loaded gun but that does not mean if you handle it, it will go off in the wrong direction, sometimes these weapons we find along or metaphorical way, are put there for our exclusive use, in a safe and positive way! but some are dangerous to us because they take us too close to the truth of our hearts cries and could lead to an explosion of soul. If we pass by, we will always wonder why? Or! the weapon could be left for a less experienced gun slinger to pick up. It is our responsibility to pick up the gauntlet and run with it or not....lifes a b***h sometimes huh? but it can also be a pleasant walk along a meandering river or beach. Love this great little thought provoking poem John, well done on the whole metaphor....smiling at you, Tai x

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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holy crap

that was freaking insannneeee


AMAZING

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i really like it. good job! :D

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

So simple, so powerful, so true.
Well done. I loved reading this. The flow was good, too. I didn't fumble over it at all, it just read in one swift, deep read. :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

powerful. Pretending you didn't "see it" , secures itself a place in your subconscious. Excellent.
Sandra

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Great write John, it could be a loaded gun but that does not mean if you handle it, it will go off in the wrong direction, sometimes these weapons we find along or metaphorical way, are put there for our exclusive use, in a safe and positive way! but some are dangerous to us because they take us too close to the truth of our hearts cries and could lead to an explosion of soul. If we pass by, we will always wonder why? Or! the weapon could be left for a less experienced gun slinger to pick up. It is our responsibility to pick up the gauntlet and run with it or not....lifes a b***h sometimes huh? but it can also be a pleasant walk along a meandering river or beach. Love this great little thought provoking poem John, well done on the whole metaphor....smiling at you, Tai x

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Amazingly well written. Ive felt this many times as well. But, i guess we have to be strong. Have to be very, very strong. Great John. Hang in there :)

B.A.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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John Stussy
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