The Twirler

 
 
Understanding life has becum a loaded Revolver..  
I sit in sweaty head swirl  
Waiting, nails chewed down bloody to quick..  
Waiting, for the roll to complete and  
Click...  
Fearful of the next bit of future that exists in a smoking chamber.  
 
My spin spin mind causes a reckless revolution..  
The cold steel of wide awake  
And eyes that shake in frightened strain..
Five shots fired this life roulette and what remains  ..  
A gamblers state of mind and my hand full of wild cards..  
 
I have placed my bet..  
Regret? Yes, great unease exists in living and let...my chips free fall  .  
Hard pain floods temple to throb throb beat...  
Turn of bad card "click" I spring to my feet..  
Desperate for the upper hand and I hard resolve to be my own executioner...  
 
My mind in its thick hurricane fog of pollution...too much.  
Yes...far far too much.  
My twirl mind has spun this bitch into a suicide pitch..  
 
I reach and face drains white.  
Oh God. Am stunned...  
So cold and I sink down the red wall..  
 
Realisation: I do not have a gun


For competition...I dont have a gun...
(No worries. I am not suicidal...😁)