Target and Arrow

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.