Life As A Gun Is Hard Poem by sean novak

Life as a gun is hard
A sound blasting my ears as my trigger is pulled
The loss of my children as they are thrown at high speeds,
Cutting the flesh and bone of the ones around me.

Life as a gun is hard
The changing of my clip
Retched out from my spine
And replaced anew

Life as a gun is hard
The terror and death made by my hands
The bodies of loved ones lay a ground
Cold lead that sprays from my shaft

Life as a gun is hard
And I wish I could end my own life
I wish I could go back
I wish I was not owned that I didn’t kill so many

Life as a gun is hard
And I was stupid to every become one