Letters, like sharp needles.
Words chiseled.
Words act as bullets at some points in life
which could penetrate the body of the enemy.
I cast a glance straight into his eyes.
I could read the confidence in his
eyes on facing me.
But he was disarmed.
How could I aim my
gun and trigger it in quick succession at him?
A man who is my proclaimed enemy
with self-confidence glimmering in his eyes
ready to face the bullets
which could rip apart his body
thereby felling him and finishing him off.
I withdrew from the scene leaving him.
Words are not to be
directed against a person on personal grounds.
I was learning a lesson…
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