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Dec 2019
He's got a gun to my head

Trigger man trigger man

One wrong move and I'm dead

Opposite wall splattered red

"I gotta do this" is what he said

Trigger man trigger man



Tears rolling down his cheek

Eyes red and glaring at me

The truth hidden for none to see

Not good and not going to be



Depressed with life now also bitter

Problems big now getting bigger

Light of hope down to it's final flicker

Who's the man behind the trigger?



Got his life in the palm of my hand

He tries to reason but no leg to stand

Losing everything wasn't part of the plan

Trigger man trigger man



How'd I end up with this life

Empty space where there should be a wife

Now a gun but first there was a knife

On my wrist now there's some stripes



Two little ones without a father

They ask are you this guy's daughters

They look up sad and kinda bothered

But Mom said he shouldn't be honored



Pain more than I can stand

Circumstances out my hands

Is there anything else I can plan

Trigger man trigger man



Things going right till I get left

Countdown to my final breath

Wishing loud to a genie that's deaf

Gotta bargain with the angel of death



Pull the trigger and start the peace

Maybe I can be the bigger man

Emotions too much to release

Trigger man trigger man

Permission to execute the beast

I wanna look in the eyes of this man

I turn and there's nobody to see

Because I am the trigger man
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Montique  32/M
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