Bullets
my words are like
bullets
flying in sprays
shredding and
maming
and causing
dismay.
fired from a gun
without
given a thought
carefree and pius,
a burden there's
not.
perceptions my
brother
and harbored in
most
but responsibility
is gone,
no credit to host.
We are not what we
say,
nor know what we
do
and carry the
identity
that pistol hands
do.
a bullet finds
target
and target lay
slain,
oblivious I stroll
to find target
again.
Marc
LeMere
I
am currently serving on active duty with our US armed forces and have served 3
tours in combat. I am a proud father of 4 and spend my free time reading,
writing and providing community service to my local area. I have shared some of
my poetry as well as advice, political opinion pieces and personal journey on http://marclemere.blogspot.com/ and https://www.themoderndadlife.com/.
I plan on retiring soon and want to live abroad while continuing to write and
share with the online community.