Hitman
by Jennifer Axder on March 29. © All rights reserved
A hired gun he is.
With shots and fire, he hits.
And he never misses.
That's why they hire him with bliss.
The target he shoots will be his.
Again and again even in mist.
He tries to escape with a cut on his wrist.
But he knows he can't be dismissed.
Because they need him to exist.
And if he resists they will just put him on their price list.
But that's not something he can fight with his fists.
So he got no choice but to sit because his life is no longer his.
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A Sound From Deep Within.
PoesíaA collection of my poems By: Jennifer.M . Axder All images are from google.