I am a loner and invisible
I die if i become visible
I must be distance from everything
I move without sound, always stalking
I am silent death stalking its prey
Hoping i don't, to my enemies, myself, betray
I leave no trace of where I've been
I blend in with my surrounding so I cant be seen
I merely observe the world through my cross hairs
I don't feel anything in my job I die if I care
I aim my weapon making sure everything is aligned
The only evidence I leave behind
Is where my target once stood
I am forever being misunderstood
One Shot One Kill
My weapon recoils as I suppress a chill
I disappear into my surrounding
As my targets heart stops pounding
My task now done, back to post I return
To call home and hear my girls voice full of concern.
Author notes
my bf is a sniper who is currently serving in Iraq
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Yikes, it must be a hard time for you, and for him - such a strenuous position to be working in, I hope that he returns home safe to you.
thanks for entering
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Very interesting
Your work shows promise. The topic you have chosen here is something I know about. It is close but a little off. We do feel and have feelings, even for those in our crosshairs. Please read The worst words I ever heard. I posted it today and I think it might help you and your boyfriend in Iraq. Over all your poem is good. -
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i know snipers have feelings...
this line:
My weapon recoils as I suppress a chill
was my attempt at trying to say that snipers do have feelings... one of my best friends was a marine sniper hes out now..and well he his first kill was a lil boy with a bomb strapped to him and well when he took the shot he felt like he was killing his own child...
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Thanks! You must have read One shot one kill about Carlos Hathcock? Wow, what a tale. My hat's off to your bf, and I know he depends on your support.
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