I find comfort in the shadows,
they hold me while I fight my battles.
Arrows fly and crash against the dark figures,
they hold me even when I pull the trigger.
They get so happy when I miss her,
It's hard to miss when I'm looking in the mirror.
She's right there,
displayed in plain view,
but for some reason it's so hard to shoot.
To bad words aren't like toys,
words are like guns,
and they roll off everyone's tongues.
I hear the tick of a clock letting me know every second I am wasting as I scroll through my phone,
the slide of my finger against the screen,
the tap of my thumb as I message someone back,
artificial noise.
Some where there is a child jumping in new puddles,
playing in the soft mud of the Earth,
full of joy.
Some where a child picks springs new dandelions,
blowing on the fluffy seeds to make wishes.
Pledge your life to liberty and justice,
raise your hand and take an oath to serve and protect,
who are you protecting though?
I watch the news and see agents hurting the innocent,
children,
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