Bullseye
bullseye again
right on target
I’m the target
I’m always the target
I guess I don’t know
how to get out of the way
his anger seeks me out
lashes itself on
and rides me
until I’m blue
then pushes me away
and goes about the business
of gathering more angst
to vampire my energy
all over again
take a break
let me breathe
I’m an old man
tired and beaten down
from being the target
such an easy target
and yet every time
it catches me off guard
and jolts my world
like a canon ball
to my chest
bullseye
I’m old and tired
please let me breathe
— DL Madsen
