Man staring at the light
The light in the middle of the night, the light of the night
Man looking at his life
His pain his struggle his strife
Man walking out of sight
Doing what is right

Man looking at his gun
Insert bullet one
Soon this will be done
And hell be back to square one
It sure has been real fun
But now he’s got to run
A distant memory
Fading into the sun

Man slowly watches the clock
As his final minutes tick away
This his final chance
A final dance
His final day

Maybe it would be different now
If things had gone his way
If he had something to say
If his dreams hadn’t decayed

He pours another drink
A liquid motivator to help him think
He puts on a slow song
One from his past
This is his final song
This song has to last

One o’clock comes and goes
With every passing minute a new scar shows
He isn’t scared he has no fright
He’s been waiting years for this fateful night
And now it’s his time to finish the deed
Plant the tree and kill the seed



Man inserts gun to his mouth
He takes his final vow
The time to go is now
Man thinks his final thought
Cry’s his final tear
All he can see his final years
He sees his mothers face
He sees this distant place
He sees the end of the race
And he’s going to finish in first place
And stand in the winner space

Man pulls the trigger slow
The end is now he knows
He lets his mind go
Cause this is the end of the road
The finally to the show

Man born in the middle of the night
Man born with no fright
Man born in the light

Man taken by the hand
Shown were to go
Shown wrong and right
He took his life in the darkness of the night
Crying slowly now
He’s starting over taking back his final flight

Man born in the middle of the night
When he took his life
Man born in the middle of the night
When he walked out of sight
When he fought his final fight….




this is more a song than it is a poem but whatever

The flow was there.. and the topic was rather interesting, and the way you wrote it just made it even MORE interesting... I really liked this..You could feel some emotion, but the imagery was key.. not that I wanted to be picturing a man shooting himself.. BUT, none the less, I did. LoL. I really liked this piece though... there was just... the imagery and the flow that just got me. Nice ass job. Sorry this was getting slept on.

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