Loaded Gun
Quiet
always quiet
My words
ricochet
off the back walls
of thought
like silver bullets
piercing into
the chaos
wounding
self expression
and killing the art
with a silent tongue
quiet
always quiet
fearful
that those watchful
will criticise
what another
heart desires
gnawing
I feel it gnawing
in the back of
my throat
like a dry cough
it clutches
and remains
stuck in the barrel
indecisive
finger on the trigger
of hope
quiet
always quiet...
Shay
power,
ReplyDeleteheld in hand,
quieted,
always quieted...
the threat,
oftimes,
more powerful
than the wound.
I wish I had stayed quiet at that moment...I wish I had never said a word or even think about it...now those thoughts became actions and it spoke louder than ever...
ReplyDeleteI wished I had remained silent...remained innocent...remained still...
Now I feel used..