Patrick Cornwall Poet Narrative

My Christmas Gun

I take the gun and place the cold barrel  to my temple.

I have to free myself and hand shaking.

I don't deserve this.

Am I selfish feeling this and head pounding.

I take a chance and cry out to GOD.

Please, If you care and those selfish people laughing.

Help me.

What's so funny?

You disgust me with your smiles .

Suddenly I once again withdraw the gun from my head.

And taking a cigarette and lighting it and crying.

Hate is to kind for you.

Bitterly the wind has blown and your still smiling.

It's blown away but leaves me your laughter.

As I pace and trample that smile with cold fury.

The Postman delivers your Christmas card and I unwrap you.

What is this?

Its our story and I start at the end.

I know that part of your gift.

Its fresh and my wound needs salt so I can breathe.

But reading back I see us when it was laughter.

To the moment I linked my soul to you and hitched a ride.

And looking down I see that gun.

What is it doing in my lap and God smiles.

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Pace Ink-U-Script May 18, 2012 at 9:47 PM That's pretty deep Patrick..I think I recall feeling this way once before..God will let you know when he's ready for you.

Debbie Duncan December 30, 2011 at 9:22 PM wow,,, good ,, Happy New Year to you and yours ,,, Has this happened to your life or around you "curious" ;}

Poet Destroyer A December 24, 2011 at 9:47 PM wow... nice...... Have a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year. May your Wishes come true this coming Year! God, bless you and your happy family. Always, here to enjoy the love that goes around the soup... ~p.d.