Through the Smoke
Through the Smoke
Written By: D. Collins 3/31/17
I am on point, and I see through the smoke.
The game you’re playing has already been scoped.
A man like me has been around the block.
That what you think I am, I’m definitely not.
I come through the smoke with my ugly on.
Paying you a visit in the very, early morn.
Decked in a ski mask and camouflage fatigues.
Coming like Seal Team 6. Quick and pristine.
When I creep up you’ll never know I was there.
Like a ghost in the smoke named Chaos Despair.
The next time you see me, I’m there to chastise.
And, peer deep into your silver-dollar eyes.
At that moment, you’ll know it isn’t a hoax.
Me, standing before you, is far from a joke.
There will be no witness or innocent casualty.
When it goes down, it will be just you and me.
Copyright © Darrell Collins | Year Posted 2017
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