Retribution

I don't like this one too much, but while I'm able to keep up the writing, I thought I might as well update the blog. A poem that was the result of a little bit of anger and a whole lot of inspiration from multiple movies...

I've got a bullet in my pocket.
I've got a story to tell.
I've got my scars to sing me war songs,
I've got spirit you won't quell.

I've been walking past their tomb stones.
I've been wading in their blood.
I've been counting pleas and echoes -
Of sceptres buried in the mud.

I choose to touch, to heal the wounded.
I choose to cry with them all.
I choose to shoulder their last worries,
I choose to hold them as they fall.

I've seen the sorrow and the glory.
I've heard the parting day's knell
I've felt the burning need for vengeance.
I've still got that bullet, and my story
To tell...