Point Blank (For Bill And Dee) Poem by alexandre arnau

there's only
so many times
you can point the gun
to your head
and hear the click
of an empty chamber
in time
you'll draw an ace

i've spent a life
of staring down the barrel
of my soul
many clicks
but i fear
the last will misfire

my parents
have had decades
of point blanks
through poverty
and success
miseries
and joys
they've had a life
of happy reports

so many people
hit the target
dead on the mark
while i still
can't even steady my hand
let alone shoot

sometimes i wish
the people i see
were as blind as i am
so at least
i would have someone
to stumble through
this dark world with

but when i see
my brother's life
and the swell
in my sister's belly
they give me the hope
that my next shot
will be dead
on the money