Falling arrow rights itself
Into the night air taking aim
Aiming for no one
Speeding bullet spirals down
Barrel of ice cold steel hatred
Aiming for no one
Faces reflect in cool blade
Moments before taking deep plunge
Aiming for no one
Someone is no one
No one is someone
Aiming for no one
–Cynthia M. Johnson
a well delivered poem; .bravo!