Emotional Guns

 

Take heed of the haze

Surrounding the fear

Of a presence of danger

In the distance unclear

 

Up go the guards

Perceiving a trouble

Leading to paths

Of damage and rubble

 

Out fire the words

In angered attack

Forward, full throttle

Then circling back

 

Into the breech

Amid turmoil and pain

Far beyond reach

Of the rational brain

 

Solutions obscured

By complexity's runes

Gnawing at the scabs

Of yesterdays' wounds

 

Doubt in each chamber

And every shot stuns

‘Til felled by the blasts

From emotional guns

 

Let go the anger

Take time for mending

Then fill in the holes

And alter the ending

                   

  s paul (November 2019)