Trigger Half Pulled

by Sean Dohr   Apr 7, 2006


In the chamber lies his fate.
Himself, a bullet, and the gun...
The pistol is his final mate,
he has nowhere left to run.

Releases the chamber with six slots,
the bullets in, the gun is cocked.
Only one bullet, only one shot,
this is the end of being mocked.

Puts the gun up to his head,
all pain and emotions annulled.
Realizes that this can't be the end,
leaving the trigger half pulled.

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  • 18 years ago

    by silhouette fairy

    Very nice like the fact you didn't kill the character in the end most would there was some trouble with the flow but it may just have been me but very nice poem keep up the creative writing

  • 18 years ago

    by Wings Of Flames

    Definately 5/5
    Your poems are so varied, so original and completely unexpected.
    I like this poems form and how you told it.
    I enjoyed it immensely.
    ~Wings

  • 18 years ago

    by Sole

    Wow. Draws the reader in excellently, and builds up to release the tension in the last two lines.

    he has no where left to run.

    nowhere should be one word.

    Other than that - awesome poem, One of the best I've read so far!

    Peace. [Sole]

  • 18 years ago

    by BlueEyedMystery

    That was very very very good! Very deep,,I loved it as I love all of your poems! 5/5!

  • 18 years ago

    by PS

    Very nice. great flow. and deep. nice job!

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