The Arrow
No doubt, no confusion
Pointing at the right target
No sympathy, No affection
Having no time for regret
No sound, no hesitation
The arrow leaves the hand
No anxiety, no deviation
The arrow cuts through wind
No remorse, no fears
The arrow hit the target
No compassion, no tears
The darkness grips you tight
Copyright © Felicia Jarvis | Year Posted 2017
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