Possibilities

I’d slit my wrists
If there was any blood
Left in my veins.

I’d sink and drown
Within the tub
But my lungs seized up
So long ago and are
As barren as my heart
Which beats enough to mock
But not sustain a life.

I’d leap off a local bridge –
Though I’ve been falling
For some time inside
My mind –
And taste the salt,
A sweet release if
Gravity would but
Cooperate in kind.

I’d aim the pistol
Up inside my mouth
To blow my brains
From out my skull
But it happens everyday
Without a trigger.

I’d wait for time to
Slowly work, yet odds are
I would live forever.