Target me,
Arrow you.
Aiming for my center you pull back and shoot.
I barely dodge your shot, but I’m left with only a graze.
I’m still high on power when you shoot your second shot.
Your aim is better;
My power lower,
I’m weaker.
Instead of shooting,
You tease.
Making me scared, causing me to flinch.
You’re making me dance around to avoid any more pain.
Just when I think you’re done you shoot a shot out of the blue and my happiness goes down.
I regain my strength but you shoot as soon as I get up.
My power is even lower than before.
Once more you tease and cause me fear.
Making me dance the dance I don’t want to dance once more.
Even closer to my center you shoot once more.
The blood is making me dizzy, I’m losing hope.
I’m down in the dirt and I can’t get up, you come kick me.
Now I’m face down in the dirt and you’ve begun to ready your bow for the final blow.
I hear the crunch of my spirit as I take my final breath and die.
I’m brought back to life, but only replenished with enough strength to live one more day.
I can only wonder how much longer till I finally have no strength left to continue and pick up my knife to
End it all.
I wish I could say this was a dream, but it’s my reality.