Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Resolve

No sapphire skies or emerald fields

This cage is for you
Walls of lead, sealed by black
Complete and total silence
As if your lips were sewn together

Pressure
Every thought builds within your head
Like the stanzas of a poem
Bursting within your head, throbbing
Like an anxious heart

Adding more and more weight

Mind numbing, becoming desperate

I present you with a gun
A quick solution to the onslaught of thoughts
Permeant, but worth it
Like some mistakes at the time
Worth it for the moment

Grasp it
So cold, the frame burns your hand
Take time to think
Rubbing bullets between your finger tips
Hard, cool against the tongue
The taste of metal

Resolve

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