Time To Go: A Poetry Collection

A Sword and a Gun

Just another sound of a bullet crashing into my skin.

Can someone explain to me what we're both in?

I pick up my sword, just a moment away,

Too heavy, but it's the only thing I have to save the day.

I avoid the blade, almost dropping my gun.

Can someone answer: where is the sun?

The flashbacks and pain are making me blind,

I pull the trigger before that sword stops the fight.

So clumsy and weak-kneed, what should I do?

He's armed with fire, and I never even had a clue.

The shot hits right where it hurts, but I get up again.

Though I want to, I can't avoid the pain.

I'm scared I'm going to be cut apart now.

I see my enemy's hand: how, just how?

We both want to be allies, but now there's no turning back.

I fire my gun again- attack!