Giving Up. - Poem by Gary Hill
I dropp to my knees and bow my head,
The life that was in me is fading,
Cold steel against my head in pouring rain,
I talk to god one last time, tell him I give up,
Close my eyes, pull the trigger and just hear a click,
Footsteps stop behind me, a warm hand touches my shoulder.
Son, I emptied the gun before you found it,
The gun makes a faint sound as it hits the wet pavement,
Mom, It's something I have to do to make myself sane again,
We walk home hand in hand,
I guess it just wasn't my time to give up.
(Gary Hill 8/21/10)
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