Poem: First Things

“First Things”

first things first, I
glance out the kitchen
window, wondering if
the snipers will take
me out today, the
thought flitting through
my mind as naturally
as breathing, a way
of life for me,
expecting the unexpected,
hoping for the best
but planning for the
worst, a wearisome
way to live, yet I
get by somehow
and they still haven’t
gotten me yet


I like how gently this is written

even though it’s about a violent topic. :slight_smile:

I worry this sometimes too.

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Thanks @Daze. We’re all in this together. :slightly_smiling_face:

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