Two Shots

Two shots.

Could they be heard?

Or are they silent?

Like sister meds.

 

They silence the silence.

It is so loud.

It is so painful,

And they bring me down.

 

Down from the heights

That cause my fear.

Making the bottom look safer,

As it grows ever near.

 

Oops, I skipped a line,

But is it even known?

The line being carried,

And all the pain I own.

 

So the shots,

Thank you for a little peace.

You give me a break

From having to be me.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

There are shots and shots. Some will numb the pain for a short while and the other sort will eliminate it altogether. Gun shots or the hard stuff, I felt much pain in these lines. I have settled for the hard stuff on occasions but only a desperate person would resort to a gun. Not a good place to be.

Chris

[Miss Sharon]

(You give me a break From having to be me.) I know this feeling well. Good writing. -Sharon

[poetgurl]

such an emotional write and well expressed. I know this feeling off and on.

[Margie F]

I hope you found your peace. It is a very difficult feeling. Hugs.

[Chris]

Bullets ...booze... surcease - if only for moments

What DO we want and when... and what happens when we get it? Is it ever still wanted?

[Margie F]

It is interesting that when you find and are able to enjoy "peace," when it can't be experienced, it feels like torture. It will always be wanted though not always available and sometimes even non-existent. Once you've tasted, living without it requires a total heart rebuild. Then, we try again.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so much pain carried at once....more than one can bear.
I like the title....multiple connotations...
two gunshots...then silence of the silence...two shots to assisted suicide...silent, but deadly...
two shots of booze to forget the pain that is in the head and heart...
and all would give a "break /from having to be me"

[Margie F]

you get me! ;)