Words I always
wanted to hear
like arrows
glancing off
trusted armor;
It’s loud
in this firestorm
but nothing sticks.

Susan's weekend challenge to the Real Toads is to write a new poem starting with the last line of a recently written poem. The first two lines here are from the last line of this poem I wrote a few days ago; I like how this new one is short and sweet, while the other is wildly rambling.