Ian Jobst

(October 14,1999 / Oxford)

The End Game


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

Submitted: Thursday, April 17, 2014

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

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