My Weepin' Weapon

Thank you for triggering me

these feelings arise 
and consume my being 
drowning but still breathing

The pen becomes my weapon
not weepin’, 
not readin’ 
just packin’ all these feelings into verse
to disperse words like shrapnel 
then the music crackles
and the jackal you see
can now be released

as the damage ricochets
pierces a few ears on the way
might have made you def
can you feel what I say?

btw,

you’re free to hear 
what you want to hear