The Killer InstinctA Poem by Archishman RickI contain the instinct of a killer, As my hands are tied behind my back. My sore feet can still walk home to dinner, I'm not daunted that I can't hold a snack! When it gets scorching bright, As killer instincts rise, My shadow reminds me I'm myself. My heart and mind both nourish the killer, As they harmonize my courage and fear. Torrid winds are strong in this land of danger, They have dried up every innocent tear! Under the searing light, Delusions burn inside, The true path I walk reveals itself.
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Added on July 25, 2020 Last Updated on October 30, 2023 AuthorArchishman RickWest Bengal, IndiaAboutA fellow in my mid twenty's, I have a knack to challenge myself mentally and physically. Whether it strengthens or softens my general naivety, I do not know. I hope to find, and trust the worth in t.. more..Writing
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