Submitted Date 09/22/2022

Hidden in a place so secluded and divine

A sip of whiskey I take, as my target aligns

Silent breaths set me up to pull the trigger

A target so massive, the grave should be bigger


Running on liquor my energy depletes

But not before I figure out what it eats

It feeds on fear and I have none of that

I could beat it down with only a bat


Voices, little, filling my head

It is time to act now

It is time the beast is dead

Killing it, now that I vow


A promise, taken to the end

A battle of perseverance and will

Offense is best, I need not defend

For this is a battle that ends with my kill


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  • Jacqueline Hemingway 1 year, 8 months ago

    Wow, an intense piece of poetry Lilly! Vague intensity is a term that comes to mind. Who is the target? Why the need to kill? It does not matter in the intense ‘now’ of the moment! Love it!

    • Lillian Shaw 1 year, 8 months ago

      Thank you! That was my goal 😁