Terrifying Flight

I had another story from my mother that inspired this acrostic poem. Under the circumstance of that fight, I wouldn’t want to be there. I’m sure if you read this one it will remind you of another similar story or something that you might have faced yourself.

 

Terrifying Flight

 

Tables were overturned in the mêlée

Everyone cleared the space as they

Rumbled like lions until one stood on top

Right cuffs followed by lefts and his hands wouldn’t stop

I’ve seen many fights before but not like this

For over 10 minutes he pounded away and didn’t miss

Yelling all the time help while straddling his man

It seemed obvious to us he was the one in command

Now I was concerned so I went over to see

Got a close look and I asked inquisitively

For all the time you’ve been winning yet you would shout

Lend me some help, please, to all about

I wonder why, sir, you have the upper hand

Got him pinned, yet you scream help, I don’t understand

He my friend is not who he seems, he’s unlike anyone you know

This is a soldier for Satan and he’s getting up, I can’t let go

 

 

 


 

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