Encounter

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.

 

 

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Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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