Pull the trigger

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Pull the trigger and do what you have always wanted to do

a poem to inspire you to live your dream

to inspire me to live mine.

Submitted: April 27, 2017

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Submitted: April 27, 2017



Pull the trigger or…..

They will never stop talking

Pull the trigger or….

We will sit and we’ll die

Pull the trigger or…..

Nothing will ever get done

Pull the trigger and …..

Your life will change;

This constant empty feeling

It will finally fade away

So pull the trigger

And finally set yourself free

Pull the trigger

So that this bleak time might finally pass  you by

Pull the trigger

So you can stop contemplating suicide

Pull the trigger

So you can finally get off this ride

Because your every spoken word recently is spoken on a sigh.

And now you never have a dream where you don’t kill or die

And now WW3 seems to be coming to our side

And now the world is changing yet your life stays the same

So have you thought of what you would regret in the time that you die?

If you’d wish you’d pulled the trigger in the time you were alive?

Are you sitting there surviving when you’re longing to thrive?

And your hunger is so great that you’re wanting to cry?

Because everything you want you can see in your mind

But when you reach for it you cannot touch it and it is leaving your sight

So in the end you just give up and let all your dreams subside

And your soul

It just goes away without even saying goodbye

Because it’s angry

Filled with sorrow

Because it can no longer fly

It’s fire quickly fades and now the world’s gray and dry

Your mind soon starts to numb and the happiness dies

Now you’re always tired and there’s no life in your eyes

Now you are looking at that noose like it is gold in disguise

But hope keeps torturing you with its seductive eyes

No matter how much you want to give up

It just keeps by your side

And now when the rope’s around your neck

Hope keeps it from pulling tight

And now from the shadows of despair

And the pits of disdain

As the ghosts of all your failures constantly call out your name

Hope puts the gun of opportunity firmly in your hand

So pull the trigger because right now you’re just some dying man

And maybe next time it might not be opportunities gun in your hand

Or maybe next time you might regret never taking that chance.

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