Like a terminal patient with a gun to his jaw,
Every moment seems like an eternal flaw.
The weight of the world on his shoulders,
The pain of living, he can no longer smolder.
The trigger is pulled, the bullet is fired,
The man falls down, his life expired.
His mind was made up, it was his final decision,
To end the pain and find eternal liberation.
No one can know what he went through,
Only he knew what he had to do.
Like a terminal patient with a gun to his jaw,
He found peace in death, with no more flaws.
© VishalDutia
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