Persecuted Soul Poem by Brian 'Peza' Perrins

Persecuted Soul

Body full of palpitations
Come the end of allegations
Sitting here with gun in hand
Can’t continue, conscience withstand

‘Please think again, please relent
Remove the thought, remove intent
Clear your head and take deep breath
Now’s not the time, time for death’

I can’t go on, the pain too much
The will to live resists my clutch
Sweating brow and trembling hand
The wanting to go on, I must withstand

‘Listen to your conscience ensconce
Then think about your next response
Think about the ones you love
Then wear your conscience like a glove’

As time does pass it makes me weak
Forget the consequences and havoc to wreak
Mind in turmoil, conscience protests.
Into open mouth the nozzle rests



Copyright Brian Peza Perrins 2011