Colosseum

I see the target from afar,

hoping it meets my arrows as I shoot them,

no arrow hits,

they fall helter-skelter,

fighting or I will lose them.

The crowd watches,

cheering when I draw,

cheering still when I fail,

I don't understand them,

I guess they are not cheering for me at all,

they just want entertainment.

The queen sits on her throne,

waiting for me to hit one,

is she rooting for me,

or does she want to see,

how badly I want to save them.

I try again,

with all skill and scare,

maybe I will win,

maybe I won't,

in this Colosseum,

it is their game,

and I am their fighter.