there's only
so many times
you can point the gun
to your head
and hear the click
of an empty chamber
in time
you'll draw an ace

i've spent a life
of staring down the barrel
of my soul
many clicks
but i fear
the last will misfire

my parents
have had decades
of point blanks
through poverty
and success
miseries
and joys
they've had a life
of happy reports

so many people
hit the target
dead on the mark
while i still
can't even steady my hand
let alone shoot

sometimes i wish
the people i see
were as blind as i am
so at least
i would have someone
to stumble through
this dark world with

but when i see
my brother's life
and  the swell
in my sister's belly
they give me the hope
that my next shot
will be dead
on the money