Griping cowardly, tension rising, which one will fire first? Behind the battle line; breathing heavily; awaiting a call, one is which may never come. Holding out- nearing this endless drought; filling with a surrealistic doubt. Cosmos come, few in which collide, leaving no trace as they're chased, and eventually hide. Hunted one by one, none of which yet to lay a finger on a single gun- anxiously awaiting their signaling-
They run out now, through others who've fallen, knowing they'll meet the same fate, Death always one to accrete. Holding back their blinding tears, brushing past your greatest fears. Life lost, like a steady drum. All of which willingly giving up their sacred eternal soul; how foul, how perfectly cruel.
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Poetry & Short Stories
PoetryA compilation of all my favorite poems and short stories I've written. ▪️Please give credit where credit is due. ▪️ ▪️These stories are written by me, and any similarity to any other story or poem is merely coincidental. ▪️ ➿I would truly love any s...
