Shot dead is the vulnerability
fear of losing the warmth of your shadow besides me is still alive
hiding behind the mountains of bitter realities
fingers are placed firm on the trigger
breath unsteady,mind perplexed
memories flushing attacking like a thunderbolt
unable to focus;body raging with maximizing jolt
vision unclear , clouds of dismay covering the sky above
and with that life misses another aim
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