Disclaimer: I don't own it.
A/n: Thanks for your response to my other poems, although I seem to have a lot more hits than reviews.
This idea has been bugging me for weeks, so although I should have been working on Blitz I wrote it anyway. Hope you like it.
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Six Feet, Two Inches.
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I towered over all but few,
Could look right down my nose at you.
A legend in my own life time,
When Bruno's bullet cut my spine.
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Now I get cricks in my neck,
From gazing up for eye contact.
Feel the stares upon my back,
Hear them try to ask with tact.
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Try as I might I can't explain,
The numbness, the searing pain.
The bite of gravel on my cheek,
The sound of a child's shriek.
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Better to be dead than this,
A shell, broken into bits.
Listening to them whisper low,
'Poor Logan, he was shot you know.'
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But my calling never lets me sleep,
Protect the helpless, save the meek,
Pretending from behind my mask
That I am still strong in my task.
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But for your sake I continue,
My darkness pales beside your hue,
As long as you need me, my love,
I can live with looking up.
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Tell me what you thought.