# .38 Pencil

# .38 Pencil

A Poem by unsavable_soul
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This is an introspective piece looking back at many of my pieces and the course of my writing history both good and bad. I think it's important to give consideration to the ripples we make in life

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This pencil is .38 Special
My words were bullets 
Who's targets were always substantial
I've killed monsters in this world
I've destroyed lives as emptied casings dropped
Around this pen my fingers curled
One shot within the confines of a mind
Ricocheting collateral damage
Too many death certificates this hand has signed

This weapon in hand to make a better reality
But I'm no god
Power is a double edged sword and a twisted duality
These bullets sunk into flesh
Not their body, heart never stopped
But their mind and soul wounds forever fresh
Every piece a cacophony of lead
Every carefully crafted theme
A menacing barrel placed against another proverbial head

I sought through force to create change
I looked but did not see
All the lives my hand would rearrange
How many times did I reload?
Best of intentions
But always the chamber in my mind would unload
Too many ideals and sentiments I've bolstered
Never calculating
Should my weapon have just stayed holstered

© 2019 unsavable_soul


Author's Note

unsavable_soul
If you read it say something, it isn't art if it doesn't create emotion or discussion

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no...i don't believe the weapon should be holstered...the pen is mightier than the sword they say...but as poets...what we do is necessary...we are the ones who need to talk about the worst...to let others know they are not alone...and Emily Dickinson once said..."words have the power to kill, they also have the power to heal"
love that image of placing the barrel against another proverbial head.
wow.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


unsavable_soul

4 Years Ago

Appreciate it J. I looked back at a lot of my old works and drama that occurred on WC, how I fed int.. read more

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Added on October 20, 2019
Last Updated on October 20, 2019
Tags: Poetry, self reflection, introspection, regret, art, weapon, writing

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unsavable_soul
unsavable_soul

Gotham City, FL



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I like to play, I like to say. Many things and many ways, for I have many days. I do not ask, I do not tell. I most certainly do not waste money down the wishing well. I theorize and I terro.. more..

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