#WritcoPoemPrompt101
In moments of bleak, smirk,
You wonder how it will work?
And of misery, roar,
Just like before you tried to complete it but it just won't work.
Tirelessly, aiming again and again.
Dodging.
Running.
Biting, your lower lip so the screaming echoing in your mind could not escape.
Ah, is it over?
Ah, can I even make it?
The pain ricochet throughout your entire body.
Tremble,
Eyes bleak, you release a groan.
When the next one arrived you could not help but to emit a pitious roar.
What was the use?
'poor little sheep.'
Smirk, the lips stretched into a smile and just at that moment the aim was true.
Bang!

© Super_weirdo