Click Of The Gun Poem by Randy McClave

He pulled the gun's trigger
With all of his beliefs and vigor,
And all that he heard was just a "click"
Seemingly, the correct bullet he did not pick.
He then looked into the gun's black bore
"Why"? He thought, wasn't he lying on the floor.

He pulled the gun's trigger once again
But, first he quietly said, "amen",
And then there was another loud "click"
But, there was no explosion or even a kick.
Was there an angel at his side
Did God, not want him to commit suicide.

Now to make his plan plain and simple
He placed the barrel directly to his temple,
Happily he now knew that God wanted him to live
But, then fate and odds wanted him to give.
He pulled the trigger for another round;
To him, there was not a sound.

He had placed the gun unto his head
All that he wanted then, was to be dead,
His life though, it was spared to him twice
Death to him was not going to be his greatest sacrifice.
But, then when he pulled the trigger that third time
That is when his own luck, allowed the crime.

Randy L. McClave