Aimed, but I hold the fire.

by Natasha   Apr 17, 2013


Looking at these crowds.
Looking all around.
Looking for nobody.
I need a new hobby.

People watching me weird,
I've drank too many beers;
But I can't even stop, because
I'm just cleaning out my tears.

My muse just left.
My sense's now deaf.
Against my head, there's a muzzle.
Well, I am just so damned depressed.

Police sirens surrounding.
My actions unbounded.
I stare at this .38 - pleading,
"Take my misery away."

Thought about my daughter,
"What if she had no mother?"
I lowered down my gun.
My misery has won.

So, just please tell me why I should take
something that took 22 years to make.
Life is very precious,
do not make it a waste.

Copyright (C) NAC. Natasha~

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  • 11 years ago

    by NobodyKnowsItButMe

    Life indeed is precious...so don't ever let ur misery swallow it! :) nice poem, Nat...! :) u've got the talent...!

  • 11 years ago

    by NobodyKnowsItButMe

    Life indeed is precious...so don't ever let ur misery swallow it! :) nice poem, Nat...! :) u've got the talent...!

  • 11 years ago

    by Marcy Lewis

    Wow, this is a seriously deep piece.
    I really don't even know what to say about this, exactly. Just wow. I think you describe what a lot of people feel or think about.

    Great choice of words, lovely.

  • 11 years ago

    by CathyButterflyJC

    First off, I adore the title, I think the poem is has nice flow and wonderful structure and a great poem!

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