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Tale of Goldie Glock's

narrative poem

By Saroyan ColesPublished 4 years ago Updated 4 years ago 1 min read
 Tale of Goldie Glock's
Photo by Damir Spanic on Unsplash

I’ve never been afraid of death

the reaper

is sitting on my shoulder

like a angel

My heart will keep giving

Until it stops beating

sure as shooting,

let all the I love you’s-

That’ve managed to escape my lips

CONSQUENTLY

Fell on deaf ears

All the tears

All the years

Killing with kindness

last dignified thing to do

My soul is a little gun-shy

My eyes are like

staring down the barrel of a gun

loaded with mystification

Don't jump the gun baby

I may be one guys,

Control freak

I may be one guys,

Bat shit crazy

I may be one guys,

Villain

I may be one guys,

I dodged a bullet

your promises are deadly as a loaded gun

Son of a gun,

let this sink in-

Call me, Goldie Glock's

I will stand by my guns,

admit my wrongs

I will stick by my guns,

embrace my flawsomeness

slam poetry

About the Creator

Saroyan Coles

I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.

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