Poison Arrows, Death Is Near
Goodbye is the last word left for us say
Poison Arrows, Death Is Near
Poison arrows, death is near,
you can feel it in the air.
Not a scream, not a warning,
just a tightening around the heart.
The enemy does not always wear a face,
sometimes it arrives as doubt or fear.
You stand your ground with shaking hands,
hoping courage will remember you.
Each arrow carries a quiet ending,
a promise that something will change.
Survival becomes an act of defiance,
not victory, just breath by breath.
Even when death is near,
the will to live still fights back
The darkness gathers at it own speed,
it take and feels nothing but tears.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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I like the analogy of poison arrows. 😉😉