May 11, 2012
Fear gnaws at my insides
Leaves a stabbing pain
Makes me feel helpless
Against him and his rage
How do I know when it will happen?
How do I know I will live?
And what about you?

The knowing is worse
Knowing it started already
Knowing he sees you as a threat
Knowing you’re a target
Knowing it won’t be long

But one thing’s for certain
It has to be before the fall of June
Before a summer away from him and his rage
I will see the flash of silver
A knife flying through the air
Aimed at either you or me
I’m not sure

Everyone says I’m paranoid
“That’s never going to happen.”
Everyone says
I know they’re wrong
Even you don’t believe me
It’s May
I can’t help but wonder
“What if I’m not ready, ready to face the knife,
Ready to die,
For a war I was drafted into?”

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Zombiekityy said...
May 15, 2012 at 9:09 am
I love your poem. It made me sit back and think about it.
ScienceLover replied...
May 15, 2012 at 3:59 pm

Thank you.

I truthfully never wrote this to be published, just as a 'splanation.  It was published as an after thought

Thank you

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