Dodging weapons as I reload
ammunition.
My opponent shows no mercy;
ruthless.
Firing at him every chance I get but he's
invincible.
Sweat parachutes from my face; aborting while they have a chance,
smart.
A blow to the head hurts but i pull through it, its only
blood.
I run out of ammo and soon out of options. I have to
surrender.
I wave my white flag.
- Childhood games with my brother influenced this poem. we used to go to war in my living room. using socks instead of bullets(: I enjoyed writing this poem
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