My heart is beating a little faster
After listening to the night
Then hearing gunshots
It comes every now and then
But I never really notice
I wonder if those bullets
Made their mark
But most likely bouncing off alley walls
Never mind now I hear the sirens
That could only mean one thing
And it’s only midnight
At least the police responded
Ashamed it gave me such a rush
And that now I’m not despondent
Since something happened
Someone is dead or dying
The sirens are still blaring
No one has a seatbelt to fasten
And now it is silent again
Lead pulverizing flesh
Men finding quicker ends
Reblogged this on White Rabbit's Cafe.
Whoa, this is even darker since it’s only been a week since Newtown.
Yes, I felt like I had to make my comment in some way, indirectly, by commenting on a real experience of my own last night. Without being exploitive like the damn media.
you did a very good job of it.
Thanks Rami
you are welcome.
it is very deep and moving at the same time. I like
Glad to hear you like it, thanks for the reply.
WELL SAID.
Thanks for all of the recent support
This is poetry of the highest order
I write honestly and straightforward, especially whilst drunk.
Excellent! Those last two lines are especially affecting. I can relate a bit to that feeling- northern-most part of the county reverberates with the occassional crack of gun-fire in the night. Even on rarer occassions I’ve heard it just over the causeway, where there is some drug-activity. Always makes one think…wonderful write, excellent poetry.
P.S. A gorgeous New Year to you,
Autumn Jade
Yes, it’s better to think in response than to just ignore it, I think. Thanks for relating your story as well as for the visit. Happy new year.