Sniper

Sniper

A Poem by Chris

I work alone.

Quiet, collected.

This is what I wanted.

Calm, deadly.

I am protector of all and killer of one.

Precise, steady.

I hold the trigger and stare down my goal.

Determined, cold.

I fire.

Loud, bloody.

My bullet met its mark and reward is earned.

Freedom, safety.

© 2011 Chris


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Added on April 5, 2011
Last Updated on April 13, 2011

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Chris
Chris

Hanover, MD



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