Frank Valenti

Rookie (3/11/1987 / lackawanna new york)

.308 - Poem by Frank Valenti

Pulling back the bolt to cycle another round
Peering through my scope it's your face I see
Thinking of the friend you used to be
You'd lay motionless before you hear the sound
My rifle steady in a precise grip
Remembering the key to accuracy is to breathe
Letting you exist makes me seethe
Waiting for the perfect moment to let it rip
Squeezing my trigger I calmly exhale
Hoping dearly that I do not fail
Waste of life that noone can change
You're just lucky im shooting at the range

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 21, 2012


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