Sniper Poem by Vincent Topp

Sniper



I’m the no 1 sniper
You never know I was there
Out of sight, menacing
I waited till I had my breathing like yours
I waited till you thought, then I stole your thoughts
I shot you with apathy
I shot you with stupidity
I shot you with hesitancy
I shot you with vunerability
I choose randomly
There’s no big plan
I take from you to make me a better man
It doesn’t hurt you, you don’t realise I’ve taken from you
I’m the no 1 sniper in the world.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness
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