What is inside

by PAUL HEWSON   Feb 22, 2005


Running till my souls exposed
opening doors that should have stayed closed
scratching the ground to find a way down
swallowing water in the hope that i drown

thinking till my head exploded
holding a gun that i should never have loaded
scratching the surface of my cynical side
i need to get deeper , find somewhere to hide

calling out till my voice expires
spread the ash from my own funeral pyre
ripping and tearing at my very own skin
i need to get deeper to see whats within

dying to slowly, this aching wont cease
god how I've searched for that one missing piece
thinking till my head exploded
shooting my gun that i should never have loaded

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  • 13 years ago

    by yogi73

    Very good poem. Typically, poem about suicide come across as trite (at best) but this was so well done. Excellent word choice, giving it very entertaining qualities. well done! I really enjoyed this.

  • 16 years ago

    by Lonely Rider

    " thinking till my head exploded
    shooting my gun that i should never have loaded "
    .. wonderful write... so emotional and so expressive...
    beautiful write..

  • 17 years ago

    by Hebe

    Impressive poem.
    Sad.
    I like the first stanza the most. The rest was also great.
    The words, the flow, it was awesome.
    Beautiful piece of writing.
    Take care!

  • 17 years ago

    by GretaInsideOut

    Beautiful poem, I love the use of the repetitive line
    "gun that i should never have loaded"
    Greta

  • 17 years ago

    by mohamad aref numan

    Sad .yet beautifly written

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