Poems
This page will have more poems on it when you guys send them in, for now, check out one of the few I have written.
Down the street I walk.
Thinking back to a happier time.
Wondering how it all slipped away,
Wondering how it could all be brought back.
Then realizing it can not be.
So down the street I walk.
Surrounded by people,
yet still very much alone.
Thinking of a past love,
And what we might have been.
And down the street I walk.
Gently carrasing the handle
Of the object in my pocket.
Softly squeezing the trigger,
As though I were teasing the hammer.
So down an alley I turn,
Gripping the metallic item tightly.
Pulling it from my pocket,
I press the barrel against my head,
And I can feel the coolness of the stell as I press it deeper into my
temple.
Hoping this will end it all
I begin to pull back on the trigger
Hearing the hammer draw back slightly,
I know it will all end soon,
And I wait for the slug to be ripped from it's shell.
But then I stop,
And think about it.
If I proceed,
What would happen,
Who else would I hurt.
So I drop the instrument of death,
And exit what has to be my grave.
Realizing something important,
That suicide is a selfish act.
So down the street I walk.