I stared down the barrel and death looked at me back
The faceless end was threatening to split my cap
I heard the gun blast, all I saw was black
Under the weight of my back, the pavement cracked
I was 21 when my forehead went splat!
The stars laughed and the earth consoled with a pat
The onlookers gasped and some of them clapped
Before my eyes the story of my life was a mere flash
Experiencing an epiphany, the divine truth was visible at last
WE DIE TO BE BORN AGAIN.
Have you ever seen the sun rise?
Endless light, every day we witness the sight
Endless might, every day we feel the strength of its bright
Endless life, yet every day the sun dies…
WHY?
To rise again, to pick a new fight and die again
To shine like it’s the first time again…
SOULS ARE LIKE THE SUN.
You are without limit, ultra infinite
You are God’s bigger picture, His tunnel vision
Whether you play hero or villain
You get to choose which role to fill in
SUDDENLY MY MIND SNAPPED!
My killer’s trigger clicked and nothing was spat
Still standing evident of the emptiness his gun packed
Being 21, it was too early to curtain call my act
I stared down the barrel and a new beginning looked at me back
YOU ARE READING
THE MANOEUVRES: POETRY
PuisiDrawn from past experiences, current emotions and the future wishes of a South African young man - The Manoeuvres is about fate, bitterness, regret, destructive behavior and the path to glorious rediscovery in this harsh, crazy world.
