Poem -
Barefisted
At The
Devil's Hour
when the
mist congregate
upon the
earth
and the
street lights
flicker
together
in unison ,
The sudden
pain of
being
"cold cocked"
while trying
to unlock
my
car,
immediately
awoken
my senses
to revert
into
survival
mode
Is my
perpetrator
a familiar
adversary
or just
an opportunistic
fool?
A quick
assessment
must
be made
before
I transition
my defense
to an
offensive
initiative
Regardless
I am going
barefisted
and the
outcome
will
not be
good
as I
will
not stop
when the
threat
ends
Taking
this
to near
fatality
will
establish
my
precedence
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