It was time for my last rites but I couldn’t seem to get it right.
I just wanted to let go so I did just like Van Gogh
No last rites were said for me
What will happen now to me.?
Working in a hospital makes me think about all those that passed on. Covid took so much. Some people feared that Covid would kill them so they took their own lives instead. It’s sad. We only get one life so let’s make it the best one. Do your part in keeping safe.
I was created to kill on the battlefield. Today I don’t like the way I feel. Sometimes I wish I had never been created. With all these killings I just hate it.
When I’m seen I know I instill fear. But I don’t like taking lives that others hold dear. What the heck is going on? If I had legs I would run. Innocents dying, shooters lying.
I want to implode. Hate when schools explode. Why was I created? Innocent people are dying, nations crying and I just hate myself. Please please please if you own me keep me hidden high on a shelf. Don’t want to be in little hands for I’m not a toy. I’m a weapon to deploy.
So as you can see my life isn’t fun. Oh, how I hate being a gun. I end lives when I’m fired. I can’t wait to be retired.
The word gun was suggested by a wonderful man named Christopher P.
Thank you for reading.
Sincerely Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn