I pulled many into my circle
out of trust, love and loyalty
some betrayed me
some truly hated me
some turned their backs on me
opened their mouths and told lies on me
teaching me to rely on only me
I learned how to set boundaries
sit quietly and write poetry
coz, the truth is all I could see
was me going from door to door
on a killing spree, the only revenge
that could have suited me
see, poetry did not save only me
but those who stood up and volunteered
to be my enemies
in ink I marked every name of
every daughter and son…of
intended to clear their schedule
by ruining their fun
bullets for each one
my foes feel victory over me
believing they have won
with no idea that their
lives were saved by
The Poet’s gun

