Trying
The lighter's a trigger
I load my gun
And swallow the bullets
Straight to my lungs
With every drag
And hit I take
My thoughtless mind
Will come awake
No more mommies leaving
Or daddies crying
Just coughing and heaving
And careless flying
I guess it's living
I guess I'm dying
And if I'm not
I'm surely trying
Copyright © Autumn Bell | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment