I tried to fight back and shield
my weak body.
But, my hands, I hold nothing
against my adversary.
My enemies uncountable from above
If they won, I would loose all that I had.
The distance from here and to
my destination was
One thousand paces
I thought through my calculation.
I asked my mind, "Mind what shall I do?"
He answered back, " Ran as fast as you can. I'd guard you."
Sweat and tears rolled down my body
As I ran and face my enemies.
I was almost sweat wet
when I reached my destiny.
Ah, It was not a victory.
I ran away from my enemies.
But, thank GOD!
I was save!

Poetry by Winston Latanafrancia Soldevilla
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Written on 2008-01-26 at 10:24

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Hey Winston...I'm glad you are fast on your feet