Apocalypse

I spy a spy:
He spies on me:
Two spies like flies on a wall,
Watching each other
Just for the buzz.

Our tired eyes are bloodshot-
Piercing windows
to the killing fields of our imaginations.
The intrigue of deception.
We dare not approach.

“You!” A churlish thought.
I thought he thought we fought
“Kill all who stands before you!”
‘Till all that stands before you
Lies fallen at your hand.

The venom in my veins
Pumps harder yet.
He dared not face me
‘Till he faced me,
Sword in hand and bullet in throat

His mind rushes as his blood gushes
And he bleeds his last breath.
I have seen such crimes
Against both man and nature
In this: The apocalypse of half-wits.

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About Maitiu

I am a collection of aspects. A father, a husband, an uncle, a son, a teacher, an aspiring writer, an amateur photographer, a poor guitar player, a slightly better singer... Online however I am a 365er looking to find out what people make of my personal poetic musings and my photographs. Drop a penny in an old man's hat and let me know what you think... (Leave a comment!)
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