I wrote this poem, and for some reason it makes me laugh. I don't usually write in rhyme scheme or write poetry about men wanting to die. The whole concept is just bizarre. Maybe it's the "woh, woh" ending, maybe it's because it reminds me of those chain e-mails from the nineties where if you didn't send it to 10 people something terrible would happen to you, and the poems were always corny and written by a middle schooler. Regardless, I kind of like this piece because I don't typically write like this or about this subject matter, and I think it's important for artists to step outside of what they normally create. So here it is...I'd say enjoy, but that's not really the point. This is about our survival instinct, about fighting to die, and then fighting to live. This is about feeling trapped between life and death - wanting both. Being stuck in daily purgatory. Oh jeez, I'm getting dark. Just read the poem.
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Tick tock goes the clock
He wonders when this will stop
Bang bang goes the gun
Shoot it now, shoot it son
Bullet penetrates the skin
Piercing, pulsing, blood within
Red runs down his chest and cheek
He stumbles, he slows, he feels weak
Gravel and cement becomes his bed
But now he doesn’t want to end
Frantic, pacing, adrenaline
Grabbing onto life - must win
Someone help me! Someone, please!
Save me, love me, I’m on my knees
It’s too late, the clock’s run out
His cries are unnoticed, no one hears his shout
He is gone now, from this earth
He chose to leave, he had no worth
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