The Last Bullet
The last bullet
was intended for me
came out of nowhere
like a flash of light
its irresistible spin traveling
some two thousand miles per second
much faster than my mind
could comprehend
The last bullet
remained lodged
in my brain until the day came
when I could no longer believe
I had beat it
could no longer replay in slow motion
how it had arrived there
night after night
march, two thousand twelve
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Love this poem, J. Reminds me of Phineas Gage!
wow, incredible story is phineas. i’d no idea, is good to know and may reappear somewhere down the road. humble thanks too.
Beautiful. Powerful.
Thank you, Louise. And thanks for visiting here.