The Problem Is That It Would Be So Easy
The way things are any more,
it is a damn good thing,
that I no longer have my pistols.
It would be so easy,
and so very satisfying,
to put the barrel to my temple
and pull the trigger.
There are many times,
not just during the year,
or even the month,
but during the week,
even the day,
when I get verbally slaughtered
and, believe me,
I could so very easily reach into my desk drawer,
take out my pistol
(which isn’t there any more),
and end it all,
I am so very,
very tired of it all.
Why, in the overall planning of things,
am I having to experience this sort of thing?
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Mark Spencer (184.108.40.206) -- Monday, November 2 2020, 12:52 pm|
Words only have power if you give them power. You are entitled to your opinion, no matter which side you find yourself on. No one holds sway over you! Live and you prove that. Use a pistol against yourself and you prove the opposite! As long as we exercise our will over ourselves, and let others do the same, we are one with the powers of creation! But the moment we endeavor to impose our will upon others, we are not in alignment with the natural flow of life! In which case, we deserve to make the acquaintance of the stupid end of a pistol!
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