A Weapon Poem by Chris Townsend

Deep incited riot, heart felt box,
Taken to a place where I am clearly not,
Dark blue, my mood to feel,
Within my poetry, this is far from real,
A crazy train, down a crazier track,
Screaming into submission, fatigued crack,
Take the trip of a life time, let me know,
Passion subsided, from the shadowed glow,
Creative torrent a rush of power in my hand,
As your submission to the greater good, my demand,
Tell me again how much you care,
As from anger to the deepest fear,
I toss my feelings in the bin marked waste,
And throw caution to the hills marked haste,
Race me to the finish line, I am already there,
Cry your oceans of emotion, why should I care,
If you don’t want to see close your eyes,
As I throw you forward, into my lies,
A girl in a woman’s world, a fragile quiet soul,
As I scream into your face, smash your whole,
Know you not, what it is you do,
Know you not, the sensations you go through,
I am a predator its under your skin for me,
I cannot take hold of these thoughts, nothing is given for free,
When you come to your sense I am already gone,
An aggressive shout, deep with in this loaded gun…