The gun I hold
Loaded and cocked
Held in my mouth
Pulled in shock
Putt’s me to sleep
As I drop
As I fall
The bullet that hits me
ends it all
it all goes black
Theres no coming back
Nothing to think about
Nothing to know
Heaven or hell
Where will I go?
But why the end?
Why right now?
To make a statement?
To make a voul?
How can I live in a worldof crises
And how will I learn
Hot to recite this
Tell my stoy
Through a poem
Make them’ hear
This will show em’
I’m now dead
Coz’ you wouldn’t listen
I bullet to the head
That you thought I was missen
I wasn’t crazy
Just a little lost
And now im gone
But at what cost?
Be ashamed its all your fault
If I wasn’t dead ‘d be committing assault.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deep. The use of rhyme is really at the forefront in this piece of prose.