Ian Jobst

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The End Game - Poem by Ian Jobst

In the end
You cannot fend
So I shall take
This land I sake
As a virus pulses through
And I know there's nothing to do
I take my heart from my chest
To protect it from the rest
Till the moment it attacks

Topic(s) of this poem: death

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I wrote this poem in honor of my grandfather, a great inspiration to me, but who recently passed away.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 17, 2014

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