The barrel of a loaded gun
twice checked and safety
clicked off for good measure.
Oh, how the silvered one gleams!
In shaking hands lies failed redemption
and a hope for a better start.

A metaphor for my raw and bleeding
heart, a simile for the smile that has
long since left my reddened face.
Brought to dirty knees with matted
hair and childish pleas, here I wait.

Cruelty has bought me and in its
arms I lay; as helpless as a newborn
babe although with more concern.
Oh gilded dark! How long have I fled from you?
Knowing all your wickedness and well
aware of your creatures that bite.

Alas, you have found me and drug me
clawing into the depths of my own personal hell.
Negativity was not supposed to phase me, but
sadly it breeds faster than rabbits in summer.
The scales have been tipped and I have been weighed
unworthy once more of living my own and gaining what we all deserve:








Happiness.