Still Wondering Poem by Matthew Cole
Still Wondering
Starring down the barrel of a hot bedded 45
Just wondering...
What has my life come to?
As I lean back to forget whats happened
I let up on the guns safety
Knowing theres a single round waiting in the chamber
Slowly I raise the gun...
I release my finger of the trigger guard...
Just to put it on the trigger it self
As memories fly through my mind I start to cry
Trying to figure out...
What have I done?
I realize I'm not as happy as I want to be
I press my head hard against my pillow
Still tears poor down my face
As I remember the name...
I realize I can't give up
I made promises
I intend to keep
Crying like a baby
Trying to figure out what happened last night
I slowly put the gun down
As I let up on the magazine release
The magazine hits the floor with a loud bang
Pulling hard on the slide
The bullet ejects and falls next to me
I lay staring at the ceiling
Still wondering...
What would have happened if I had pulled the trigger?
why don't you cry out loud and burst your anger on something not harmful, am sure things will be in the right track. Keep cool instead and give yourself a break by PRAYING.
hey, the way you wrote the poem, it's like one minute a person tries to do something like that and then they realize what they are doing is not right..but very nice though.
This is a impressive inductive presentation of very lethal stuff. Good write.Keep on writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 11:54:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I've been there and I decided that there's a reason for everything obviously it's not your time to go. Not doing it shows your strength. take care Wendy