Kill Shot

Looking straight down the barrel

I can see the bullet made with gunpowder of hopelessness

aimed, cocked, and ready to be fired

waiting for my last words, the finger on the trigger with a firm press

As I sit there staring into the gun

I know who is hiding behind the firearm

we seem to run into each other quite a bit

and trust me, I know they mean harm

with a slight pull, and a loud bang

there's no escaping... I'm done

I took one last breath, blinked my last blink

then I was killed by life with a gun

I lie there on the floor

I can't move, and everything's going black

starting to slip away

there's no hope of coming back

It doesn't matter though

at times I'd rather be dead

than living my life

in my dark bitter head

Author's Note

ignore any mistakes
enjoy

Reviews

[Becky C Strukamp]

Quite brutal for sure! A unique way of seeing pain, trying to hide, yet it finds us. Nice poem.

[Rob Santana]

Raw and brutal. I like it imagery is good,well written.

[shunik]

you've created a very realistic setting
though in a poem
=]

[Morrigan Nicole]

Why the darkness?

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Such deep emotion in this. I like this a lot, the feeling makes it all the better. I like this a lot, especially the way you ended this with the feeling, in the last stanza. Nice.

[Broken Wings]

I really like this! Well done

[Sarah]

Really good. I love the last verse. Well done.

[Becky Clancy]

To me it was pretty deep to read, but I still like it (:

[Light and ashes]

I know this feeling very well. I have experienced it myself, sometimes I have thought that I would rather be dead. It will get better though. Keep your head up and stay strong :)

[Angelic Surrender]

Nice.