Strong as vibranium
Hard as rock
Solid all hours on the clock
And the second the clock strikes one,
I am in a different world
A dream like state
All inclinations to fight have escaped
No matter where I am,
what the circumstances are
I am offered on a plate,
a silver platter
Completely and utterly defenseless
I have nothing left to do but to run
Dreams,
they're suppose to be fun
Not concocting my worst nightmare
Filled with nothing but my screams
Movements are slow
Reactions even slower
It completely contrasts who I am
Fast is my middle name
Precision, perfection and persistence
is my aim
Could this all be a game?
A mind game
that determines what I'm made of
Whether I'm a runner,
or a fighter
I am a fighter
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My Freelancing Poems {Discontinued}
PoésieSo this will be a poem book that I will update weekly. There are requests open if you want me to write you a poem about a certain topic. There will also be themes that I will follow. I just have to think of them first. Just DM me if you want a req...
