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D.Lester Young
Senior Member

since 2001-12-08

Posts 1219
Austin, Tx

0 posted 2002-11-13 09:33 PM

Pointed to head
Russian roulette
Imaginary bullets
To hell

But life is more
Than that
Searching voids
Of excruciating pain

Sick cylinders
Of giving up
Keep recycling
In clicking sounds

This gun does not
Shoot projectiles
But blanks
That penetrates feelings

Scars building up
To blood letting
Draining self esteem
Into cold steel

Gun of death
Chilling truth
Of no return
Frozen in time

The hand of fate
In your inner faith
That does not trigger
The total end

Thought: In my depression, a bullet will never end it. For when everything is lost, I can still find hope. I believe I am in a living hell, trying to find a little bit of heaven.

D.Lester Young 11/13/2002
Tuscaloosa, AL
Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry)

regards2you
Member Elite

since 2002-10-01

Posts 3940
California

1 posted 2002-11-13 10:35 PM

This is very much different from the last several of your poems.

I hope if you are writing about yourself that you find peace.

With Warm Regards,
Pat



..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons..
        "Desiderata"

[This message has been edited by regards2you (11-14-2002 01:00 AM).]

Radrook
Senior Member

since 2002-08-09

Posts 648

2 posted 2002-12-11 07:43 PM

Beautiful!
Enjoyed the imagery.

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

3 posted 2002-12-12 02:34 AM

depression sucks

garysgirl