Hey guys! How's it going. Sorry for not being a good updater. Another busy January. Here's the next poem, dedicated to an old famed (and feared) foe. Comments are welcome! (Even for my other stories...please...)
Irina's Secret
"Even the tough people have to love. Even if they always had fingernail darts at the ready."
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"They remind me of my child
Fighting, struggling, to life he owed
After sickness consumed him
He was everything to me.
I have hated children on the outside
But deep within I have guilt
For leaving him
For being selfish
His dear name was Nikolai
A charming name indeed
He was the only one
Who loved me so dear.
But as they say,
'Happiness is limited',
For one day I have to decide
To choose between my job or my son
My 'dear friend' told me,
Why should you care about your son?
This is more important for
If you will not come, you will never be alive.
As much as I pained to say,
I'll stay with my son all day!
I couldn't since
She was my boss everyday.
I did the mission as quick,
As fast as I could
But when I returned
There my neighbor cries.
I mourned for his loss that day
That only time I cried
Day after day I weakened
That would explain my situation today.
I have died for them
For I could never stand
Children dying because of the hunt
Since I never tried to save mine."
There? How's that? Please review and comment NOW!
(Sorry for being pushy...)
~Agent Shana