Heart Breathings

"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart." William Wordsworth

Gunfire

Posted on February 3, 2017 by Heartbreathings

she was born into chaos,
a warzone where every man
was for himself,
and every woman chased
after the men with the guns,
fear and confusion
knotted and tangled
into her veins

words were
wicked shrapnel,
but lack of words
was the deadly gunfire

8 thoughts on “Gunfire”

MoonSeaPoetry on February 4, 2017 at 10:49 pm said:

Great piece!

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- Angela on February 5, 2017 at 9:05 am said:
  
  Thank you!
  
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~M on February 4, 2017 at 2:21 pm said:

Silence is one of worst forms of emotional torture a person can endure.

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- Angela on February 4, 2017 at 2:35 pm said:
  
  It really is.
  
  Have a lovely weekend, ~M!
  
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  - ~M on February 4, 2017 at 3:01 pm said:
    
    Thanks Angela! You too….. 😉
    
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Rita on February 3, 2017 at 10:04 pm said:

So true

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Rob on February 3, 2017 at 12:30 pm said:

Oppositional forces create the irony you penned here

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- Angela on February 3, 2017 at 5:40 pm said:
  
  Definitely. Balancing what one has been taught with what one feels is right (when those things are not the same) is tough stuff. Thanks, Rob!
  
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