Dull knife, quiet gun

Posted: July 26, 2017 in Author, blog, free verse poetry, Guns, hope, poetry, struggle
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Life is a weapon

A mace, a knife, a gun

For me, however

It’s smooth, dull, silent

Stagnation

And uninspired obligations

Oh, how I long to deviate from this course

Steer me away

Keep me at bay

I’d hurt you but – muzzled maw

These hands

Cracked and bleeding from obsession

I wish my breaths weren’t full of fear

My God, my God, I need you here

Rescue?

Reclamation?

Joy? 

Redemption?

Don’t let these dull and dead eyes

Corrupt the ones I hold dear

Shield them from infection

Let no disease shed from my heart

And save us

My God, my God, just save us

Please

Please pay heed to my plea

Tear out the gunk and let me see 

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Comments
  1. ” … smooth, dull, silent stagnation … ” oh dear, that is the worst thing … and those poor feet, stuck in the quicksand and churning up mud …

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