The Revolver
Scene 1:
There once was a man
filled with joy
a wife, a home
and a cute infant boy
Everything was grand
with twins on the way.
A spontaneous dog
who liked to play.
One day in the spring
He'd receive a call.
It was about his family.
the phone would suddenly fall.
Scene 2:
The car came out of nowhere
smashing head on the passenger side
Killing the infant son immediately,
in the ambulance his wife would ride.
Para-medics rushed frantically
to relieve the blood draining from her head.
With the severity of the wounds
death was inevitable,
They said!!
At one thirty-four this spring afternoon,
Four citizens were pronounced dead.
Someones wife, someones children
That is what the obituary read.
Scene 3:
A month later in the basement
of his quaint little country home.
He sat for hours thinking.
Sulking,
alone.
The thoughts of re-uniting
with the family he once had.
Drunk now thinking suicide,
he knew it would be bad.
Palms sweaty, vision blurred.
Vexed, praying for what comes next.
Reaching for the instrument,
his mind perplexed.
Scene 4:
He lifts the Smith & Wesson revolver
from its resting place.
Thinking of nothing but his family
placing it in the middle of his face.
Pulls the trigger,
at that moment all went black!!
Scene 5:
He wakes up
SUDDENLY...
His puppy licking his eye.
He looks at his dog,
then begins to cry.
When pulling the trigger
of this canon of a gun.
Instead of death he passed out.
As for bullets, there were none..
Jared Pickett
10/17/09
Asavvy1
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