The gun is loaded
My sanity waiting
On the edge of my seat I cock the weapon
The wait...
The wait is killing me
I long for the click or boom
To satisfy the curiosity
I long for the decision of life or death
The gamble will destroy me
The moment the trigger is pulled
My hand shakes
⅙ chance of the end
The gun is to my head
In this moment I do not decide
Only my luck will tell me to live
Or die
To waste away my average life
I am no special person
So why should lady luck spare me?
Click
The confusion sets in
The first time in my life
I am lucky
I have prevailed
The gun and its ability to bloom a flower on my skull
Why would I be spared?
Must be a fluke
For I do not believe in fate
Maybe I should start
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A Poetry Journal of a High School Girl
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