Dodge The Bullets
Words are perhaps one of life's most dangerous weapons. Be kind.
The hope of dreams amongst nightmares has me far too tired to sleep,
As the terrors of the nights great beyond have been dubbed mine to keep.
Broken visions torment, as suffering and devastation create this vivid stage;
The stage for the haunting images that plague my mind and release me of my courage.
The guns have been loaded and the children put to bed,
Wounds of a decade are soon the bleed, but the tears have already been shed.
He now holds my wrists when he once held my hand.
I will never forgive him for what he's done and it is this night I will make my stand.
I see him there on the couch his face so unsuspecting,
Focusing my aim and releasing rapid fire - the bullets unrelenting.
What happened next still haunts me to this day;
It takes over my thoughts and dreams - no matter how hard I pray.
Trauma cuts in and twists the deeper I delve;
Into the night I watched him dodge my bullets and turn the gun on himself.
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Jollyoddbod Poetry
Here I am, and here I'll stay;
Like the moon in the darkness that refuses to fade.
Clouds will cover, but cannot take from my reign;
Mark this as the moment that they realise, as they scoff with distain.
They fell asleep, I cannot be blamed.
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