Death with no reason

by Marcus blake   Dec 28, 2009


I can feel the heat on my chest
As the 3 bullets slide in and out my Breast
I fell to the ground overcome by gravity
Slowly losing blood this is the beginning of a tragedy
From Me walking home with a bag of food
To two fiends outside with nothing to lose
I got caught up in the outside drama
Playing a part to the whole I was unaware of
Walking slow I thought of nothing to care of
Cause as my life slowing faded
Nothing but my past sins and unachieved dreams
Lingered in me...
I gasped with my last 3 breaths trying hard to breath
Thinking god might save a life
Bestow a another chance to me
But...
I forgot for second
That this world we live is a cruel one
So how could I be so selfish as to ask for a life back
I suppose I've no choice but to accept that
I exist no more today...

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  • 14 years ago

    by Merdy

    Tight Blake, make a poem on Redemption.