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Posted June 17, 2012 by Bradley Howington in Poems About Life
 
 

Oh, the End, a Craving, I Beg

A gun held high,
to the temple of destruction
but a trigger not pulled,
that causes confusion
I want so bad to pull that trigger,
but these heartfelt images enter
and I place this rusty gun down.

But, why walk away from the end?