Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2011
By jumping out into the fiery shot,
I find myself getting caught,
In the chest and right shoulder,
Feeling the pain making me colder.

But, I stand still, attempting to hold in my pain,
knowing he would have nothing to gain.
I look up to his face, seeing no glee,
and stare back as I say, "Just shoot me."

I knew the fear in him as I spoke those words,
Seeing that the shots had even scared the birds.
I continue speaking, "As much as you may have almost shot me in the gullet,
I think you may as well give me those last few bullets."

My foe's shocked face is shown through his eyes,
Revealing things so easily through his disguise.
But, the shock is cancelled for only a while,
As he shoots two more bullets from less than a mile.

Again, both bullets hit my chest,
Attempting to have me put to rest.
Blood spurts out, but life is not lost,
For my face has a smile straight across.

I keep standing still, not giving a frown,
For I know I won't go down.
The friend behind me who almost died,
Looks at me innocently for having even tried.

The villain pulls back, attempting to not look,
At the bulletproof man who he tried to book,
For the pay was high and the reward so clear,
Yet not anymore shall he be here.

My body stands for a silence,
As I close my own two eyelids.
A slurred walk to the enemy's way,
That soon it will be the end of his own day.

This demonic creature cowers in fear,
For my own ****** body only becomes even more near.
He crawls back to the wall, thinking he will be saved.
However, he is now only caved,
Into the wall,
Leading him to his own downfall.

I finally reach him, taking out my fist,
Hearing the fall to the floor, knowing I hadn't missed.
Last energy bits go through this human being,
While we both begin to fall unconscious with my last bit of kneeing.

I slowly awaken to a small white room,
Beeping noises all around, showing no doom.
A joyous voice greets me as a salty liquid meets my face,
Speaking out as if she were the voice of heaven's own gate.

"Thank you so much," she speaks with tears all over,
Whilst I slowly move my right arm to pat her shoulder.
We stay like this for one more hour,
Knowing that the past week had been so sour.

My protection for her was great,
For she was already my mate.
The enemy's guilty pleas, however, were not so met,
As his own crimes brought him only death.

But, my own true goal,
besides keeping my mate from having a couple holes,
Was showing my reaction to fear,
For my courage wasn't so mere.

My face, after all, showed only smiles,
Keeping them on the whole long while.
I was even told, after having passed out,
My own mouth kept the grin, even after the bout.

I am willing to stick in for another friend,
Even if I'd be hurt by the bullet, in the end,
But my enemy will frown as he didn't see it coming away by a mile,
For I'll live as long as I go out in my smile.
549
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems