The Choice

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  1. carol2237

    carol2237 Guest

    It occured to me as ii was reading through my poetry journal looking for a poem i wanted to post next, that this one i wrote almost a year ago now (April 3, 07) reminded me alot of the one Surviving posted yesterday, I guess we think alike :p

    Kneeling on a bed of plastic
    Bullets in an array before him
    Trying to decide which to use
    Dispite the apparent uniformity
    Hours passed, mind clouded
    Wanting this to end
    Without causing pain
    He knew there was a chance
    All he would hear is "click"
    If that is the case, he thought
    I will pack up and live another day
    Reaching for a golden bullet
    He stopped and said a prayer
    "Dear Lord, I dont want to live
    I dont want to hurt
    I cannot do this anymore
    Please let me go lord
    I need to be with you"
    After saying these words
    He loaded the gun
    And raised it to his head
    His heart suddenly racing
    As his finger flexed
    Pulling the trigger
    But in the end,
    Does it really matter?
    In the end, did it have to happen?
    It could have turned out for the better
    But would anyone have listened?

    Last edited: Mar 25, 2008
  2. aki

    aki Well-Known Member

    Very sad and evocative:sad: Thanks for sharing it
  3. Yeah, it is eerily (and sadly) simliar...

    Both VERY moving - the reader really gets to walk a mile in someone else's shoes...
  4. Surviving

    Surviving Well-Known Member

    aww Caroline... I'd have to raise my IQ to think like you :tongue:

    Very similar indeed...kinda of a small world sometimes isn't it?
  5. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Member Safety & Support SF Supporter

    it was nice but sad, great work:smile: thank you for sharing!
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