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(fictional piece)

held the big gun steady, never wavered, never flinched

aimed at my forehead, at my life, at my very existance

i looked down the barrel, cold metal, tunnel-like

offered no fight, gave no argument, showed no ressistnace

 

in that gunbore was the present, my past, my futue

in the tunnel was my my family, my children, my wife

there were my successes, my failures, my good deeds

i could see my sins, my faults, the struggles and strife

 

my finger pressure tightened, moved, squeezed a little more

my eyes never strayed, never blinked, never cried

promised myself, spoke to myself, was I deranged

should i be spared, would i be better, mind rearranged

 

i saw the light, blinding intense, somethings not right

falling and falling, hitting the floor, down for sure

fading flashing lights, blinking, ebbing way with the night

wonderful calm, serenity found, worries no more