Inevitable

Long, blue barrel of steel.
Cool touch at my temple.

Not really, you see
I donít own a gun.
Not yet.

But there might as well be
for real.
A gun to my head
cocked,
waiting for the moment.
When will that be?

The time will come,
tomorrow,
maybe days,
weeks,
possibly years.
It seems inevitible.

Darcy

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