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by Kim the Star Nov 9, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / other
I heard his voice yell "Over Here!" He was close, He was near. Pieces of glass are crushing into my hand, While hopelessly I try to stand. The heat of the fire, the smell of the gas, the pain that I feel, due to the glass. I heard the sirens and they sounded nearby, Everything was dark, Where was I? I felt a strong hand on my shoulder "Miss are you alright?" More footsteps approached Couldn't they tell I was in fright? I yelled for him, I knew he was there! "HELP ME!" Doesn't anyone care? I couldn't feel my legs, and my face was wet, My vison was gone and there was more, I bet. I felt the strong hands again this time on my face, I asked about my husband, but they said thats not the case. The problem was my legs, I lost them somehow, It probably happened when I heard the "Bam" and "Pow" The biggest was my eyes, and the large mass wedged deep inside were pieces of glass. And now for the rest of my life I won't be able to walk or see so what kind of mother and wife could I possibly be?*this is not a true story/poem*