Round ThreeA Poem by DukesrunnerRound three. I’m tie and tied,
Watching it all fly by.
My issues are lost,
Burned by the frost.
I’m tired of fires,
Caught in the cross,
In the middle of lies,
I’m avoiding the shots.
But why tell you,
My friend?
It’s just my point of view,
It’ll meet its own end.
But down inside,
We’re not alright.
The world’s falling apart,
Yet you act just fine.
So please,
Keep throwing punches.
You claim to aim
But you fight through swollen eyes.
Your enemies left,
So very long ago.
Damn them if you will,
But don’t make me your kill.
© 2010 DukesrunnerAuthor's Note
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Added on February 12, 2009 Last Updated on March 19, 2010 Author
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