Bullet (a poem)

I wake before dawn and think

how I’m different from yesterday

and the day before that,

each day, hour, minute lurching

closer to a murky grave,

and this world we share

with all its cares and snares,

some moments of pure peace,

then feeling-tones shift to

bloody red rage

and tension, as the sun rises

and cracks the sky open

like a bullet speeding toward

my chest to kill me.

(Photo by Jay Rembert on Unsplash)

Author’s Note: I was inspired to write this poem based on a prompt from Poets & Writer’s The Time is Now. The prompt talked about a type of poem called an aubade, which is a song for the dawn, often expressing regret. I mention the dawn in this poem, though took it in a weird direction, I guess. Anyways, I highly recommend checking out the The Time is Now weekly writing prompts. They’re usually very creative and thought-provoking!