Shot
My head is spining,
Temples thumping,
eyes closing,
Fingers drumming,
words studder,
no focus,
lashes flutter,
this day is bogus.
deep breathing,
breath weezing,
people decieving,
now im leaving.
my heart stops,
my breath cuts,
no blood flowing,
i regret alot,
but my life ended,
the momment i was shot.
poem by Jacquelyn Burge
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