The Strike

The Strike

The Final Blow

My word?

No.

 

No was used

to stop the abuse

No was said

to blow out the fuse.

 

The fuse of anger

had turned to grief,

and the fuse

had only been brief.

 

My power turned on

I stared at the devil

for I had risen

to the next level.

This poem is about: 
Me

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