Wednesday, October 23, 2024

Loaded Gun By Walden Quinn Caesar

 

Don't breathe,

Hold it in


Stay silent,

Don't open your mouth


Because if I speak

If I breathe


Then I risk

Falling to pieces


In this sea of

Strange faces


You see, I'm 

Barely holding it together


And I'm afraid

The simple act


Of breathing

Will lead to me


Needing

A new kind of help


I don't want to talk about

The mental strain


The way my brain

Is constantly on fire


And I almost wish

People would stop


Asking how I am

The question,


Less a question

And more an obligation


They don't want honesty

Just a generic answer


It's like a game of Russian roulette 

And I'm the asshole they pray


They won't get

Because I'm a little too honest


Don't breathe,

Hold it in


Don't know when

I'll be okay again 


But sometimes

I wonder


If I'm really the asshole,

Or the loaded gun


Either way,

They don't want my answer.





Walden Quinn Caesar is a nonbinary poet, novelist and author living in Southeast Indiana with their family. They have had a chapbook, novel and hybrid novel published by Alien Buddha Press, have a full length poetry collection due in November and just published a chapbook with Jude Miller. They've been published in numerous online and printed anthologies, and are the creator, editor and reviewer at Walden's Poetry & Reviews.

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