Your body fell, slowly. Your fingers splayed out in a feeble attempt to keep yourself from hitting the concrete. An expression of disbelief crossed your delicate features, only to be replaced by a clenched face of pain. I ran and knelt, not knowing what to do, nd held your hand as your life stained the already dirty sidewalk. Men with bags of medical miracles swooped in and snatched you away from me-- then screamed down the road with their terrible cargo as I was left, still kneeling in your blood.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem after I saw my best friend get shot. It was a horrible experience, but has a lot to do with the kind of person I am now.
Please give comments! I am interested.
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