The Projectile | Poem
Who can stop the journey?
Of a heart that pumps blood without stop
Even when a part of his member is cut
That causes a release of blood
Which will never return to its source?
But escapes into infinity
Who can stop the journey?
Of a smile to a face
Even of a heart full of delight
That relaxes the muscle
Connecting one to another
Bringing about an attraction
Who can stop the journey?
Of hate to the place of his power
Even the fortitude to revenge
When effusive in his deed
Executing as his only break pad
And accomplished his bus stop
Who can stop the journey?
Of a projectile to his endpoint
Even when propelled at its maximum
That opposes air resistant
Executing a flight
Bringing about difference in location
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