Focused eyed, darted down
Spotting my enemies and taking the shot
The bullets of my gun firing one after another
I cheered, taking down my enemy
But another came up from behind me
I spinned, barely any time to reload my gun
As the fire of both our guns caused my palms to sweat
My hair raised on ends,
Finally, I came out victorious
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Hopeless Poet
PoetryI write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger...
