A Way Out Poem by Khaleel Steir

As the gun stares at me with such hate
I find myself alone and abandoned
Six Little friends is all I have left
Yet, it only takes one to give me peace, rest
He wants to play with me, so eager to hold me
Should I play with him, or put if off entirely
This thought has floated like a cloud over me for years
Maybe this could be my way out, out to a new place where I won; t be so lonely
It sounds nice, maybe I'll take that nap. BANG!