Get Your Premium Membership

No Noises

I scream And shout Still not making Any noises I try to talk But nothing Comes out I try and try Not getting Anything right I try to whistle High and loud But still Nothing comes out I think and think Having nothing Come to mind I get a gun As my last option And put the saftey On unlock I hold it up And pull the trigger Something came out No noises But a bullet That had my name Written all over it

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things