My days pass by without much change
the loneliness my friend
Each day I try to rearrange
but fate it wins again
I try to hide behind a smile
pretending all is well
My mind it tells me I am vile
then struggles to dispel
I feel I am a prisoner
oh how do I get free?
The cartridge in the cylinder
a fitting choice for me
Copyright © 2012 Jon Arno
Copyright © 2012 Jon Arno
Date: 1/28/2012 11:31:00 PM
ReplyDeleteJon, I hope this is just a poem and you are not serious about the idea. Twenty-five years ago, I saw a state official convicted of accepting bribes stick a .357 Magnum into his mouth, and pull the trigger. It was the most horrible sight I have ever seen! You have described everything very well here.
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Jon Arno Date: 1/29/2012 8:51:00 AM
Hello Bob, I set out to try and paint a picture of someone who was hurting very badly and who had come to the point of taking his life The poem is intended to disturb a little and to stir other emotions. Many people feel this way each day. Sadly, you witnessed it and I am sorry you were reminded of it by my poem. Please forgive me. The poem is not about me. Most of the time my poems are not about me. The poem was a small effort to paint a picture just enough for the reader to finish with their own thoughts. Appreciate you Robert.
Date: 1/30/2012 2:26:00 PM
ReplyDeleteYou took a great topic and peeled back the layers of transparency, Jon! I can relate to these emotions..very powerful write. Gwendolen