The Taste of Lead

Written by Jeffrey Arce

Lead tastes like love.
Lead tastes like hate.
Lead tastes like lies and betrayal,
That never seems to dissipate.
Why does the taste of lead,
A taste so metallic, sour, and cold,
Why does such a fowl taste appear so great,
When your soul is torn,
Heart is broke,
And you feel so alone?
What is the taste of lead?
It is the taste of loss.
It is the taste of all the hurtful things said.
It is the taste of pain,
And blood red dread.
It is the taste of a long, happy journey,
On a familiar road that has come to an end.
Lead is the taste of nothing left.
Lead is the taste,
Of your very last taste,
When nothing else in your world seems to make sense.
Lead is the taste of your last breath.
Lead is the taste,
Of your final resting place,
As you pull back the trigger to meet death.

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Location:Poetry