There was a bullet,
There was blood, sweat and tears.
I was in the middle of it.
What could I do?
I shot them with my camera,
I captured their suffering in the lens,
And my film penetrated further into their souls.
Than any bullet could.


I am not in the right mind to write songs, so I wrote this poem. Maybe if I get all my teenage angst out in poetry, I can reach my aspirations of a pleasant song.

Hope you enjoy this short free verse poem.

WB

Yes!
It was...surprising!