Bullet on your doorstep…..
By L D Wright
Spiralling around this firing range called Life, twists and turns that block your aims, the bullets like dark secrets hit and ricochet my shattered feelings.
Am I losing this battle of my mind? Did that last aim finally hit home. Like the demon thats followed my path, did that trigger snap and finally pierce my past.
Locked in the empty dark secrets, alone without answers. The stories, the lies, the blankness of a truth never told.
Feeling like the rug was finally pulled from right beneath me as I lay in the gravel and they carry on like it just didn’t happen.
Dirty dark secrets, rumours, half baked stories. No start, just a snippet with no conclusion and left in a void wondering what the hell I’d just witnessed.
Confused, unable to decifer their choices when they buried the truth so far away from me.
Digging the thoughts that clung to my memory but covered in fog that died right beside me.
Anger, frustration with no answer given until that bullet firmly hits you. Like a tidal wave that’s covered your past now unveils the secrets you’ve battled through life.
The past finally finds you like looking through stained glass, amazing what secrets they’ve kept.
Through one conversation your horrors hit home, that life niggling feeling chokes your next words.
Did she fire that shot to enable my thought or was it a low blow to mess with my soul.
The past rolls into the future and your questions scattered yet still lay unanswered.
Processing the thoughts, holding the anger, mixed up emotions, looking into your past like it didn’t truly happen.
Your identity and who you once was, covered in mystery with the answers you’ve lost.
No one to turn too, they’ve all kept their secrets. Asking, yet still they don’t listen, do they know the issues it brings you.
The mountains they created to hide their dark secrets all eventually crack and crumble, uncovers the truth that tried to outlive you.
Their guilt ridden faces has you stare deep into their lies as flowing tears rip open old scars.
When your locked in the turmoil of if only and maybe until finally that Bullet lands on their doorstep.
Lee David Wright