He gives a smirk.
Confidence unshaken.
Shame stares into his soul.
He stands his ground.
Am I ruined? It moves for the kill.
He closes his eyes. He gives a chuckle.
Breath. Head up. Hands steady. Feet ready.
Death smiles at us all. All one can is smile back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem