It was the click of the gun cocking,
That set me off.
Aimed eerily close to my temple
The finger slipped around the trigger.
I wasn't scared of it going off,
I was scared that it wouldn't.
I knew it was full, and loaded
Each bullet engraved specially with my name,
Except theirs...
I thought they were behind me.
I thought they would go wherever I would.
But that was naive of me.
That was selfish of me.
Little did I know, They were holding the glock.
Too scared of their friend whos too alike to a grenade without a pin.
Awaiting the explosion- the anxiety.
To worried that even one small move...
Will end with a BOOM.
Decorated in shades of green, they will disappear into the forest
I am lost in. Goodbye my friends...
Left behind on this trail,
Lifeless, Cold, and unseen.
Unseen.
Unseen
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
