I Am Not Bullet-Proof [poem]
Your words exit mouth
With bullet precision
All meaning gets lost in the force of your message
I stand here encased
In my well-worn armor
Ready for your next volley, ready for a fight
The storm in you will not be quelled
Still I cling to my stubbornness like a rope
Refusing to be pulled under
When will you realize
This demon you grapple with
resides in the mirror
Your words exit mouth
With bullet precision
But I am not bullet-proof and I never will be.
The End
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was posted on Jan 7, 2009 by
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