Will I Put The Gun To My Head Poem by Adams King

I was told failure breeds a broken heart
When tomorrow seems dark hopes are lost
Pain is no good friend to the soul my dear
When you experience a fall then you know
Life is not as sweet as mother's milky breast

A life without hooe is a life too hard to cope
For bitter is a man that fears no death
Hardship creats an insane bravery
When there's nothing to lose nothing is feard
For cowards become brave loosing nothing

Im too young and too steong to cry
So a man untouched by sorrow will say
Less are a man's worries when he's new
For hopes are weighed by day left to live
Men are consoled by good years to come

When i grow old and weak are my bones
What if depression comes knocking at my door
What if i live with less counted among the poor
What if the free air is the only thing i can afford
What if i barely have a meal to feed my ownself

What if my responsiblities becomes too big
Supressing the size of my little purse
What if my walls comes crumbling down
And my world becomes zeroed to dust
What if i have nothing left at all

Will i put the gun to my own head
And pull the trigger at my ownself
When my world is void and all is gone
When formless is my life and dark my soul
Will i take a bold step to take my life

Brave men embrace their grave so they say
Its more glory for a man to end his days
When it pours from heaven heavily on me
When the cold seems too harsh to bare
And the warmth i seek seems a dream

Will i question my maker for my own fall
Will i acxuse the world foe my cursed fate
Will i ask myself what i may have done
Or will i sip shame from cups of past glories
Reminiscing on empty belly my days of plenty

Will i wait for men to mock my misfortune
Or will i pretend a smile and hide my tears
Will i resist bleeding when the cuts are deep
Will i mould courage and faithlessly pray
Or will i put a gun to my own head