The Killing Season
give me a reason
to take the pain
in this season
of heavy rain
I was a glass gong
just waiting to be shattered
but I feared for so long
that nothing else mattered
so keep your faith
and your broken word
no one is safe
from the double edge sword
now I just want to know
how to be who I was
but I can't let go
its not what a warrior does
so bring on the pain
and screw the reason
because in this rain
its the killing season
note....I cant believe how many lines start with and in this poem
I have my plate and fork out and am ready to eat crow
Copyright © Nathan D. | Year Posted 2014
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