Almost Shot

From conception to carefree in what lays ahead

Bullets barely miss their target

A naive smile painted is a red herring

For he feels far more than he lets on

Placed as a jigsaw of summer's landscape

The boy is nothing more than a piece of winter's ground

Try and try as he must

No contortion or force will make him fit

People will talk unaware of his shadow

Punches leave spades of vivid violet

That poor boy will cry 

But he still goes on

For the bullets will graze

But they still miss

Reviews

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wow.. did you experience this my handsome friend? i hope not ... it is dark, and intense. vivid as always and rich in imagery. all the sensory details made me relieve this moment and gasp in relief.. a heart that wants to end, yet has to put up with such cruelty :( really a sad one Samm