PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Hands are tied, mind unlashed,

Muzzle to my mind.

Seems to me

This just might be

The point in which

My heart has crashed.

I feel the blood, taste the fear

Yet know it all the same.

Pull the trigger, let it go.

Hear the blast, the pain I know

Fall to the floor in satin sheets.

A pool of thoughts surrounds my head,

My eyes stare wide

At what’s not coming.

Though I feel empty inside

I cannot help but realize,

The thoughts which were blown through my eyes

Were all that was inside of me at all.

Perpetrator, off scott-free

No prints, no clues, no trace.

I’m the only one who knows the killer

Is one within my face.

The thin red mist

Now settles down

Blankets all below it in a film.

The muzzle falls,

Another calls,

The new shells, they clink silently.

Reload.

Push back up, retrieve my self,

Just to have it blown away again.

The hammer cocks,

The bullet locks,

Another time my mind flies from within.

A swarm of flies,

Surrounds my lies,

The stench they give would hold back any man.

I try to fight,

Ensuing white,

The maggots of corruption seeping in.

I fall, released, from an earthen noose,

And sink into earths fate.

Never will we be turned loose

Until we know it is too late.

So we seek

And then we find

Then truth we all should know.

Turns us blind,

Decrepit mind,

As the thoughts from my head flow.

My hands released,

I feel the time

Ensuing, a lion on a rabbit.

Pouncing, eating, tearing flesh

Going into overkill.

Of all we hear, then all we see

The truth it was sent to thresh,

Then mount upon our burying hill.

The only truth, that we will find, lies in pages

And under stone, hardened.

Until then, we frolic and play,

Within the gates to Fear’s Garden.