Trigger

I don't want the sun to beat down on my face today.

The sun makes me want to run carefree and wild.

The sun calls me.

 

I don't want to hear my favorite loud music today.

The loud music makes me act like a headstrong child.

The loud music coaxes me.

 

I don't want to experience the smell of smoke today.

The smoke makes me want to socialize.

The smoke engulfs me.

 

I don't want to see any homeless people today.

The homeless people make me want to empathize.

The homeless people partake with me.

 

I don't want to taste the metallic taste today.

The metallic taste makes me want to taste it again.

The metallic taste fills me.

 

I don't want to see old "friends" today.

The old friends make me want to re-live my sin.

 The old "friends" persuade me.

 

Today just isn't my day to face -

 

the trigger.

 

I'm taking out the bullets so I won't pull -

 

the trigger.

 

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

This is a very powerful poem in my opinion.
I like the things you say you don't want to do today and the whys..
The ending is sad in knowing someone was thinking of pulling a trigger, yet that day took the bullets out.
This is really good writing.

Chloe
xoxo

[A.r. Bazian]

amazingly strong and direct!
the pain of the memories and the You that haunts you around the corners of your life!
you let you of your life... just to go on!

amazing!
keep it up!

[Prose-full]

nice...somethin different i havent seen this around the cafe...

"I don't want to see old "friends" today.
The old friends make me want to re-live my sin.
The old "friends" persuade me"-------my fav...aaaand my truest..

i enjoyed this read..
keep writing..
be well..

[xlynne]

the ending was the part that really hit you powerfully. it was a great way to end it and tie in all the previous lines. wonderful poem!

[Antony]

Wow Jen, this bleeds all over the page, this inner turmoil, the struggle of the mind that wants to do the right thing and knows how to stay clear of the things that keep them imprisoned. You did a great job of bringing out those feelings.
Antony

[Jabez]

why o why did you take the bullets out? good write. i can relate. *picks up nylon cord instead* haha

[poddar kushal]

this poem has something to ponder upon. i recently wrote a poem on inner terrorist. the dark side of a man sometimes remained ignored. even in this wonderful poetry of yours your trigger might well be aiming at yourself. the depression brings out the inner terrorist which can hurt the self.