One shot.

One shot.

A Poem by Mimi

I'm tired of hearing b*****s gloat,

I'm putting a gun down my throat.

F**k my life; it's already beginning to fall.

It'll only take one bullet to end it all.

It's my own life I'm willing to take,

But why is my hand starting to shake?

Just pull the trigger, it's not that hard!

You'll be one more body the fuzz will discard.

Why haven't you done it yet?

My body trembles as I begin to sweat.

Do it; pull the damn trigger already!

Maybe my death just isn't meant to be.

With a sigh and a frown,

I set the gun down.

© 2010 Mimi


Author's Note

Mimi
I hate people who gloat about having something I don't..

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Death is just the end. I don't know if there is a hell or a empty nothing. Better to fight and struggle through another day. A powerful poem. Ending was alright with me.
Coyote

Posted 14 Years Ago


Dear Jamie,

I've read suicide poems from you before. However your writing is continuing to improve. There is a typo in the third to the last line to fix, but my, how effective you are with your phraseology and punctuation. The line

"Do it; pull the damn trigger already!"

is a real zinger and so effective.

The whole poem is a wonderful study of despair versus the natural fear of death. Yes, you can see the give and take and the arguing with oneself. You have this down pat. You know it. You make us know it. Very nicely done.

This is another excellent poem. I don't ever, EVER, want to hear from you again that you're not really good at something. You can write, girl!

Highest marks on this one.

Rick

Posted 14 Years Ago


i get it already!!!!!!

Posted 14 Years Ago


I once had to sit behind a guy trying to impress a girl on a 3 hr bus trip.
The lies never ended. I swear I know where you are coming from here. lol
I wanted to jump from the window and get hit by an oncoming dump truck.
You definitely nailed that emotion.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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