Trigger
Trigger
A man sits on a bench
in the darkness of the night
He looks in the distance
with empty eyes
This is the end, life has taken his price
He looks at the gun, holding it tight
He puts it to his head, one second
he thinks of her…
Then a deafening sound
The man falls to the ground
His finger still on the trigger
A man sits on a bench
in the darkness of the night
He looks in the distance
with empty eyes
This is the end, life has taken his price
He looks at the gun, holding it tight
He puts it to his head, one second
he thinks of her…
Then a deafening sound
The man falls to the ground
His finger still on the trigger
Reacties op dit gedicht
| *LoveLess*: | Dinsdag, februari 27, 2007 12:39 |
| wow,, heftig,,, wel mooi,, kuzzies *LoveLess* | |
| kleinmeisje: | Dinsdag, februari 27, 2007 12:10 |
| lekker opwekkend gedicht.wel goed geschreven.liefs | |
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| Auteur: Skyracer | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 februari 2007 | ||
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