Pain Poem by Stephen Mcbride

Pain



Fearing for my life,
Shall I pull the trigger?
Life is hard when I know
I'm no winner.

I'm a dead man walking,
I'm sick in the head,
One day you will find me,
On the floor covered in red.

Writing is passion,
All I need is a chance.
Who's going to want me?
Ha, I'd be quicker walking to France.

I'm trapped in a cage,
Waiting for the poison to spread,
But how can you kill,
What's already dead?

Sunday, November 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
'Pain' is about a depressed man wanting to achieve his dream but doesn't believe it's possible, he's contemplating suicide but already feels like he's dead inside. This is a short poem, like most of my poems which is based on my own personal feelings and thoughts.
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