STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 46

surreal space poetry

Please fight
Get back
Now I am sure
This happened.

Completely flanked
Working alone
Weaker then
Finished off.

To the ground,
Through the air.

End? End.

I doubt.

The fog of war, the confusion of destruction, the madness of adrenaline

Author: Jonathon

Would rather be out swimming, running, or camping. Works in state government. Spent a youth reading genre-fiction; today, he is making up for it by reading large quantities of non-fiction literature. The fact that truth, in every way, is more fascinating than fiction still tickles him.

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