What have you got when everything is lost?
That’s what you thought.
When everything is gone what else would you lose?
That’s your view.
When everything inside you was killed.
You think there is no shield.
When all the remnants of your addictions
never yield to all prescriptions.
That’s your conviction.
Looking somewhere
Blaming your despair
Plotting your murder
Escaping it later.
It will always be a cycle
a spiral rifle
Shooting yourself slowly
and then asking for help
Surviving the gunshot
triggered by yourself
Looking for a hero
out of nowhere
Sneaky survival
from all of your trials
You alone hold the key
Escaping your own murder.
Copyright © 2015 Joys of Joel by Joel F. All Rights Reserved.
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Joel you have written so amazingly well. Loved your post.
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Thanks Kamal for your appreciation and time spent in stopping by this blog.
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You’re welcome Joel. Thanks to you to.
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Have a great week ahead.
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Very profound Joel. How often we plot our own ‘murder’ because of clouded judgement for whatever reason. And then we sentence ourselves to life imprisonment for the ‘crime’. As your poem so rightly says, that metaphorical key not only reduces the sentence but can give us the freedom we often richly deserve.
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Thanks Marie for sharing your thoughts. No once could’ve said it better. Thanks for the time. Have a great weekend.
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