Rose Marie Cook


Spawn - Poem by Rose Marie Cook

The scene set you hit the ground sprinting
High alert, your eyes keep scanning
Gun shots fall around you
The beat of music pounds

Hiding behind ancient tanks
Lifting your weapon to eye level
Finger on the trigger, Seeing your target
The beat of music pounds

A bullet rings out, piercing the air
Hit in the back, your body falls
Then the game begins again as
The beat of music pounds

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 25, 2011



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