This poem describes the pain of being turned by what you once considered your protector—it's just in the form of a gun. It is to give a better picture.
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A gun
pointed to the sky
Hurting the bad
Automated to defend
Now fainting into the dark
As soon as it camouflages into the world
It was born to protect away from.
Now it is broken,
Broken by the dark wanting to swallow it.
I can't protect myself
Stranded in the dark of the hate
Just because I wanted to protect myself
Now tied to a chair
taped voice
striped away from freedom
with the familiar mouth of a friend
I had learned to use as protection
Unfading from the dark
now my enemy
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If Pain Had a Voice
PoetryIf Pain had a voice, it would not speak at all; it would write down its despairs on paper. This is a collection of poems in which we see pain playing an important role in life. Everybody at least once have felt pain in their lives; these poems will...
