He held the gun against my head
Convincing me I'd soon be dead
A life of trouble flashed before my eyes
My body tensed and filled with fear
My captor made it crystal clear
He saw me as a demon in disguise
I'm no angel and never was
I bent the rules breaking some laws
The time has come at Last to pay the price
His trigger finger starts to twitch
He growls while scratching at an itch
It's time to take my last throw of the dice
I ask him for a final smoke
He laughs as if I cracked a joke
Then slightly turns when reaching for a light
The psycho hell bent on a kill
Who's holding me against my will
Was daft enough to take the bait and bite
The struggle it was hit and miss
A sucker punch and Glasgow kiss
Enough to shake the weapon from his grip
The shoe now on the other foot
I didn't hesitate to shoot
Excitedly I emptied the whole clip
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peto (
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Comments3
A most dramatic poem of life and death. An exciting write.
Thank you soren
I started trying to say
Never produce a weapon if you are not willing to use it immediately as this often happens
It is what it is
Truly appreciate your continued input and support
You are most welcome Peto
Well written, your poem explores the instinct for survival and the complexity of human nature, highlighting how desperation can lead to unexpected outcomes.
Thank you very much friendship
Truly appreciate your time
Brilliant peto. I love how you've managed to get a Glasgow kiss in there too.
- Syd 🍄
Thanks syd
Gotta try to promote the local traditions
Much appreciated
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