I know i must run
I know i must fight
But what do i choose
Running is not like me
So i stay to fight
My training kicks in
When the first punch is thrown
I duck to the right then to the left
I throw a couple
Then more people come to fight against me
I know I'm out numbered
But i do not want to run
But i have no other choice if i want to keep my life
Then my back up comes, to save the day
But the bullet that was shot
Con not be stopped
I know instantly that i was a goner
I knew death shall come
But you never know when
Time passes quickly
But never quick enough
Life is short or long
It depends on how you live it

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Spoken from the Heart
Dla nastolatkówI started writing poetry in 7th grade and my interest has grown from there. Please comment if you like them. I have had a poet comment on one of my poems and wish to have it published. I just need to find the right people to get my work out to. Ea...