All In A Day



All in a day, all in one day, almost each and every weapon he got out to play. War was already long declared. I put on my armour every morning; I am always prepared. He's s never really dormant, always ready with a disguised bribe or open torment. A roaring lion, he used to scare me at first. Feeding on my fears, to quench his thirst. The big guns I know all too well how to avoid. Even if you persecute me and dip me in molten tar, some things... I will just never go that far. It's with small steps, you get entangled in his net. I can smell his disgusting presence. I will never give him my acceptance. His big guns - I know. Nothing new left for him to throw. It's not like a multiple-rounds, fully-automatic won't injure me. But I always walk with backup, you see…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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