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Sometimes (Barrel of a Gun)
Sometimes you feel the air suffocate
Wrapping around your lungs
As you struggle to gasp and breath
The chronic lapse of fear in your eyes
Sometimes you feel loneliness
Painting the land of your heart
As you writhe in judgement
The gentle wave of hate on your tongue
Sometimes you feel the barrel of a gun
Scolding cold radiating in your hand
As you tremble to grasp and pull
The whispered click of safety in your ears
Sometimes you see the murky fog
Smothering your glassy eyes
As your tears flow down and fade
The soft mist upon your stained cheek
poem
by
Matthew Peel
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