Russian Roulette

everyday is just another mock, to your already pathetic existence.

Rejected, dejected,

denied and refused.

I seemed to get more

bad luck than good. 

 

Life played me in

a game of Russian

roulette, and dare I

open my eyes & hope?

 

Happiness seemed only

to be from a warm trigger

clicking with an alluring enticement,

that might release the pain?

 

One empty shot I 

thought, and five filled

painful destinies awaiting-

after a crackling boom.

 

Every morning was

another shot to my heart,

the dawn reminded me of

my unaccomplished dreams.

 

Dare I count the odds

against me? Dare I cry

for a blank- since my

morning already is dead.

Author's Note

I know from experience how horrid it is to play russian roulette with life.

Reviews

[Dove]

This is a fantastic piece!! You are truly a wonderful writer. Never stop writing. In a way I feel like I can relate to this poem because right now I'm feeling like I'm in a game of russian roulette. This poem is stunning

[Pratik]

Its superb... really excellent!! but I hope you are not so melancholic in your life... all the best to you... your writing is excellent :)