Is it hard to be oblivious? No,
only to act like I am–
I see so much
and I keep so much to myself.
I was a child of brutal truth,
I was a watcher in the water,
I could drown a man with his own secrets
I could stop a heart with its own blood
and a hunter never loses those skills.
Is it hard to quit the killing business? No,
only to act like I cannot see
so many targets but
I point my arrows down.
Day 206 – Targets
The 365 Poetry Project 