Crushing arms of death

Come down from the sky.


I ask, I plead again,

The tried old question, “Why?”


Fearing worse than death,

I run as fast as I can.


Nothing left but now.

No time to prove a man.


What is worth it?

Life is such a chance.


To commit or to be free,

A question of romance.


A decision must be made,

At least according to the rest.


To measure up to snuff,

To pass their crazy test.



Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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