I Kill

unfortunate power of negative emotional response and the ensuing guilt

 

Kill

 

I kill things that sing purity and hope

I just peer down the scope and open fire

Heaven falls when I punch through the wall

And her tears burn small holes in the carpet

 

My existence explodes and tension grows

In flowering bursts of awkward silence

I fear what I’ve done, and lower my gun

And I survey the violent wreckage

 

She has not been harmed, but her trembling arms

Hug her soft frame, and shame slams my conscience

There’ll be no flesh-scars, but deeper, she’s marred,

And her sweet smile lies dead in the hallway

 

I kill things that sing purity and hope

I deserve a noosed rope and an oak tree

Desolate, damned; “wretched man that I am”

My worthlessness echoes the universe  

 

4/2009

(sick / listening to a couple argue)

 

Author's Note

Laugh out loud in public....set a good example.

Reviews

[Robert Francis Callaci]

It only takes a second of rage for life to come tumbling down- Love the line-And her sweet smiles lies dead in the hallway-he killed his purity and hope- The next time I'm about to argue with my wife- I'll take pause think about this poem and then instead of yelling I'll give her a kiss- damn good poetry


my warmest
bob

[Kristina Moulaison]

Love this perspective, how you take on his voice, make him a killer of hope and purity and then a pile of shame that he didn't know his own power to create wreckage and despair. I can't tell definitively if you realized this or he did. It doesn't matter. Very vivid and true. I like your note as commentary too.

[deeps]

I really like this, i can feel the rage and anger, a tight anger i should say, you write and express yourself well. As far as Love, It stinks at times, sometimes it's all roses. The world was built on love but where is it really? I like this write, great penned out emotions.