Bullet in the Shadows

Look how easily
we can be killed.

Night is not a season,
not a dark horse neighing

but lurking like a thief
waiting in the shadows.

I wanted to sustain this,
my young veins pulsing, drop

and roll across the battlefield,
hold the bullet in my mouth.

But that was years ago. Now
I have given up and old,

resign myself.

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