Poem: Sniper

“Sniper”

sitting in the kitchen,
staring at the open
window blinds and
wondering if the snipers
are gonna snipe me
is just par for the
course as i nervously
sip my coffee and
go over the likelihood
of being killed this
way, feeling like a
target in my own
home with nowhere
to escape to, some
call it paranoia, i
just call it life

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Nice one. I like it. :cow2::cow2::cow2:

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Thanks @GrayBear! Glad you liked it. :slightly_smiling_face:

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