And so I turn
And so I turn
A choice, him or me
Revolver in my trembling hand
On this shallow poem we stand
He looks at me with a silent plea
A society that is eat or get eaten
Shoot or declare yourself beaten
In this fleeting moment I wonder
What is his worth compared to mine
Does he have a lover to entwine
Will his death make his family sunder
My brain tells me to pull the trigger
It’s too late to run
In the end I realize I’m out of vigor
And so I turn the gun
Idk if you’re allowed to add text to your poem but I don’t really care about anything anymore. This poem is just a blurb I made when I was in a dark spot, so it’s probably very shit but oh well maybe I can improve with some feedback, if someone will even see this.