Mettle

He often wondered

what destruction was really like.

A car crash,

a bomb blast,

a predators fight.

 

Sometimes he wanted to be inside

chaos

just to see if he would survive.

And if he didn’t,

at least in his final moments

he would see he was alive.

 

One day I will cross the street without looking

and if I die

then I will know it was time.

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