Guns and Roses

by Allison   Nov 14, 2007


Shimmering pale grey barrel,
Laying softly in my hand,
Collecting all my pain and suffering,
Until in feels like it will explode.

Inches from my dazzling eyes,
Staring me down like common cattle,
Growling, threatening to end my life,
I do not fear my fate.

Breathing calmly I think it through,
Pressing the cold steel against my temple,
Until I can no longer take the stress,
Then I pull the trigger.

Medium coffin carried gently,
Friends and family drawing closer,
Sad clear tears escape their eyes,
While placing roses on my grave.

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  • 11 years ago

    by FridusBlueheaven

    This is really great and I really love the flow. Two thumbs up for this one, "5/5."

  • 11 years ago

    by unknown

    Wahh,, nice poem,, ^^
    The emotion was very strong and powerful..
    The flow was also very good,, and i like your wording,, it's wonderful...
    I think the grammar just needed to be fixed a bit.. ^^
    But it didn't decrease the mark.. ^^
    well done,,
    keep up the good work.
    5/5