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Gun on the table, Not a soul wills me to speak... But you, you will listen... Gun on the table, Are you really as cold As they say you are? Gun on the table, I sit beside you And wonder about my life Gun in my hand, Will nothing go my way? Am I trapped in the Vacuum, The nothingness I call reality? Gun in my hand, What is my purpose in life When every dream of mine is crushed? Is there really more to life than this? Gun in my hand, I think about these things And I come to realize... Gun in my hand, You are not so cold... Gun at my head, I wonder what it's like On the other side Never to see this world again Gun at my head, Is this it? A simple quiver of my finger Is all it takes... Gun at my head, What will happen after? Will it all have been in vain? Is this the only way? Gun in my hand, What am I to do? Nothing has ever been right, But will that be for good? Gun in my hand, What about the ones I love? Will they mourn for my loss Or scorn for the life I lived? Gun in my hand, Why do I not have the power To take myself away? Where is the strength I thought I had? Gun on the table, It is here, the strength I have, For now I see that it is not in death, But living. Gun on the table, I now realize, The life I have to live, The precious, God-given gift, Is only given once. Gun on the table, I have so much to live for, The simple beauty of the world Will set me free, And the sun will come out After the storm.
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Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 4:57 PM UTC
Gun on the Table (Light of Day)
Gun on the table, Not a soul wills me to speak... But you, you will listen... Gun on the table, Are you really as cold As they say you are? Gun on the table, I sit beside you And wonder about my life Gun in my hand, Will nothing go my way? Am I trapped in the Vacuum, The nothingness I call reality? Gun in my hand, What is my purpose in life When every dream of mine is crushed? Is there really more to life than this? Gun in my hand, I think about these things And I come to realize... Gun in my hand, You are not so cold... Gun at my head, I wonder what it's like On the other side Never to see this world again Gun at my head, Is this it? A simple quiver of my finger Is all it takes... Gun at my head, What will happen after? Will it all have been in vain? Is this the only way? Gun in my hand, What am I to do? Nothing has ever been right, But will that be for good? Gun in my hand, What about the ones I love? Will they mourn for my loss Or scorn for the life I lived? Gun in my hand, Why do I not have the power To take myself away? Where is the strength I thought I had? Gun on the table, It is here, the strength I have, For now I see that it is not in death, But living. Gun on the table, I now realize, The life I have to live, The precious, God-given gift, Is only given once. Gun on the table, I have so much to live for, The simple beauty of the world Will set me free, And the sun will come out After the storm.
****NOTE: I wrote an alternate end to this poem, which can be found here: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/gun-in-my-hand-darkest-night/ Written 2/7/11 Plagiarism is illegal. You have been warned.
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julia-brown
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 4:57 PM UTC
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