13 Years Old is Too Young to Die

by lala   Jan 20, 2007


As I lay in the hospital
So frail and defeated,
Images of gore flash through my mind.

The signal telling me it was safe to cross,
The blare of the horn,
The squeal of the brakes,
The blood that spilled onto the pavement....

All memories of mine.

My breathing now comes
In short, shallow gasps,
My skin ashen and cold.

My body tells me to give up,
To give in to my fate.
And I am slowly listening to it.......

My heart rate is slowing.
The pain is now a numbing sensation.
My eyelids grow heavy.
I can feel it all slipping away......

And as the doctor comes in
And looks at me once,
Like a prayer, he whispers,
"She's not going to make it."

13 Years Old is Too Young to Die

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  • 17 years ago

    by lala

    Thank you so much ^^

  • 17 years ago

    by Isabelle

    Omg, this was amazing. I really the feelings in it. It had wonderful phrasing, and collection of words.
    Great work! :D

  • 17 years ago

    by Michelle

    I really like it. You used a lot of graphic imagery to display the dark situation, and the second stanza did a really good job of pulling together the horror and pain of the event.
    I especially loved the line,
    "My skin ashen and cold"
    I think it described the girl's situation and feelings during the event really while also providing a poetic impact to the piece.

    Overall Good job. I enjoyed it

  • 17 years ago

    by The Simpsons rule

    Wow really good poem! love the endin!

  • 17 years ago

    by ♥*~»cutieladybug«~*♥

    Loved your choice of words! Lovely read, great write, amazing poem. Keep it up ^_^

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