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The End Is Near

May 10, 2010
By Anonymous

The door softly latched behind the man
He descended down the wooden staircase
Clutching the cool metal in his tight grasp.
The steps cried out with each footstep
As if they were moaning their final goodbyes
The dim light of the basement
Flew upon his empty face
His eyes showed a flicker
Of hope
As the frigid metal grazed
His furrowed temple
With no option left
His hand squeezed the trigger.
The man’s body crumpled to the floor.

The author's comments:
This poem is about my great uncle who killed himself in his basement because he didn't want to live with alzheimer's.

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