Cold of steel
on temple rest
Finding where
it'll do the best
Finger touching
hardened steel
Rubber grips
numb the feel
Clicking sound
as chamber rolls
Seems easier
then I was told
Soft on finger
I feel a click
I'd better stop
I feel the kick
Roaring sound
within my ear
On my cheek
is that a tear
No more do
I feel the shame
I have only
myself to blame
Oh my God
what've I done
I've hurt all of
my loved ones
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This poem is interesting. Sometimes the need to rid ourselves of an over-powering negative feeling makes us forget how important we really are, especially to those who love us.
That said, the imagery in the poem was wonderfully done. Your words really captured the sound and feeling of handling a gun. It reminded me of my childhood and the many times I heard the click and boom of a shotgun. I come from a hunting family, mostly quail and other birds. I hated it, but was often sent to pick up the birds that were shot. It certainly made me aware of what death looks like. It's never pretty or nice.
Sara:
Darkness does lie in us all
We tend to forget the light
we shine into others lives
Thanks for the kind words.
Don't do it!
Rings in my ear-
There is only Death
All must fear
Judgement to follow
Such an Act
By God n more
All wil attack.
Snaggle:
Don't you worry
please do not fear
I love me so do
not shard a tear
My body's great
my mine is fine
No pain on me would
I do at anytime
Have a great day and thanks
I've never fired a gun, but you describe it perfectly.
Lynn:
To much or not enough
in my hands guns
have been around
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