Suicidal Dream Poem by gerry mark

As I open up the case,
I think of all the people that hate me.
As I pick up the gun,
I think of my family’s tears.
As I load the gun,
I think of all my friends that will miss me.
As I pull back the hammer,
I think of my girlfriends broken heart.
As I raise the gun up to my head,
I think of being a father.
As I start to pull the trigger,
I think of being a grandfather.
As I feel the bullet go through my head,
I think of death.
As my lifeless body falls to the floor,
I awaken to the sound of a clock going off.
Time for work