A Kill Machine

A Kill Machine

A Poem by Abhishekizy

Story of a Spy


I still sit below the Oak, in the winter evenings.
The faint glows of the church, warming my bones.
And slowly the numb finger soothes the old scratching.
You, me and the heart in between, and those tiny stars above
Echoes of the bells, and the dusk still settles on time.

Staring through the rising smoke, the sun died with a splash
Faceless men in woolen coats, their shadows blend in dark
I still sit all the same, with cold cling to my skin.
And remember you hair flying in the early old December wind.

Plunging curves of the dirt road, still rings of your laughs.
The gravels there somewhere, and the stories which they hold
I still remember the sunshine falling on my face. Whispering,
You walk to me, dressed in my shirt with last night coffee stains.

Headlight of a passing van, the metal glints off my gun
Back to reality, I swirl on the dead leaves, senses so aware.
My dirty beard and roughed up boots,
I walk to the present darkness
Every evening below the Oaks, you’re gone, I realize.

Little did I realize, being here has always been a mission,
Working for the country, a nonexistent vigilante I am.
Guns and blades, death right on my face.
They never made me stronger
Less a soul. A kill machine, since the night you betrayed.

© 2016 Abhishekizy

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This is interesting...I like the thoughts going back in forth from the woman he lost to the task at hand. Kind of driving his rage! Another good piece.

Posted 5 Years Ago


5 Years Ago

Thanks again Neal. I would be interested in going through your writes as well. Let me just wrap up t.. read more
Neal S

5 Years Ago

Many of us like to welcome new writers to the site. So welcome and enjoy.

5 Years Ago

Actually I had been here for few years now. I had to pull out few works for some official reasons. N.. read more

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Added on October 18, 2016
Last Updated on October 18, 2016
Tags: spy, secret agent, sniper, war, love, pain, loneliness, village



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