Binding Dreadfully on December 12, 2016December 12, 2016 By Shell DeToni It was a gun that ruined childhood Wielded by the barbaric maniac terrorizing innocence, killing righteousness without perceptions of accountability Stripped away is the influence of morality as the creation of defense molds justification Self preservation takes precedence the childs naiveté dies It was a gun that ruined adolescence Subjectively slaying courage with luminations and deafening discharges shattering windows, yet provides no exits Instead, permanently trapping souls in evil caskets Inescapable salvation leading nowhere no hiding, no hope Yet unwilling to follow defeat Enabling imagination to conceal dark truths It was a gun that ruined life depriving choices in lieu of allowing elections Permitting neither tranquility or peace Sabotaging any chance of everlasting love Spoiling happiness, robbing normality Distorted reality is founded solidifying inveterate loneliness impossible to overcome Lack of conviction defeats confidence Conspiracy corrupts, so begins the destruction It was a gun that ruined marriage on a night that should have ended in romance instead of violence and brutality Vexed are eyes of the drunkard full of rage and malice, guilty of the unthinkable What was once beautiful is now damaged Unrecognizable to the world Wilting to nothingness, expecting nothing Contemplating the day, guns no longer ruin Share this:TweetEmailIntagramLike this:Like Loading... Related
Wow, such a powerful take on gun violence…
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Beautiful poem 🙂 Loved it!!
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