Click

This poem was written about the picture I included with it. It has no editing done. I'm considering editing it after I have a few suggestions.

 

 

"F**k" he says,
Its started again.
The feelings of rage,
The stress is engaged.
I'm going to do it,
Pull the trigger and shoot it.

 

Click.

 

It makes a sound.
Am I dead?
I'm not on the ground.
The gun keeps fizzing,
Like a bottle of soda.
My brain keeps ticking
Nothing is over.

 

The stress is too much,
I'm starting to break.
He throws out the gun,
He takes a deep breath;
What a lucky escape.

 

Nothing is over.
Everything's started.
There was no act,
Just a poor, bulletless attempt.

Author's Note

Be brutal.

Reviews

[the_ese]

f**k indeed.

[fotini]

cool!he's really screwed up,isn't he?
i like it!
every line says something so strong and i think also true!!!


yeah,many people wander the same!!!