Pull The Trigger Poem by Kelvin Rush

It seems my tears carry sadness and pain
All my hopes and fears are too hard to contain
As I sit here quietly on the edge of my bed
I'm consumed with anxiety wishing I was dead

I can no longer pretend to be in control
I've no desire to cleanse my worthless soul
When I reach out for help there is no one there
What's the point in going on to face more despair

I look through my window and see the blowing trees
The sunshine and blue sky the rippling seas
A song thrush a hummingbird briefly break the spell
But a few seconds later I return back to my hell

My final call of duty is to lock the door
Tidy up my desk close the curtains sweep the floor
Write a final letter to my cunning selfish wife
Close my eyes pull the trigger and end this horrible life