Last MomentsA Poem by Mr. Lou
The heavy remedy lays silent,
still in my nervous hand, doubt does not sit on my mind, but Gods judgment stays the trigger. My home is quiet. The soundtrack of my daily hours, the record is stuck on a skip, is there even more to be played? A wind knocks at my window, may it be you joy? Swallow you whole and you can purge me? Leave the gun for another soul, wanting an escape as I did? Such thinking should bring on change. Like in romance novels, my love comes to stop the bullet, or God sends a sign, knocking suicide out like thunder, from my innocent mind. This is no movie. Cold steel will carry me, perhaps somewhere cleaner, or somewhere soundless? The weight feels lighter, my courage gaining fat, perhaps I shouldn't. Life may hold something good, or even better? Dare I let the word hang on my tongue. My words and prayers are nonsense. This conclusion here, and the one on to the future are one in the same. My temple feels its cold nose, and the show comes to an end. Just a stage of bad jokes. © 2012 Mr. Lou |
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1 Review Added on August 4, 2012 Last Updated on August 4, 2012 AuthorMr. LouAZAboutHello?....Is this thing on?(clear throat) Hello. My name is Darrell. I am 19 years old and I am a writer just like the rest of you. I do not have favorite writers or works besides The Divine comedy wo.. more..Writing
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