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fighting a losing battle

i lie on my bed
motionless
unable to make a sound
shivers run down my spine
my body sticks to the blankets
from the sweat on my body
but yet,
my whole body feels cold
blood drips off my legs
the pain of the fresh cut flesh
is numb
no feeling
just the taste of the salty tears that burn the eyes
it's effortless
the pain i suppose
it's to early to tell whether it will last
or like everything else i loved most
disappear within a fraction of a second
i'm to young to now this feeling
i've been through enough
divorce,abuse
now this?
just when i thought it was ok
the ground begins to shake and crumble
taking more and more people down with every crack
so i took out my gun
laid it across my chest
and fell asleep



Author notes

option 4

this poem is about a gril that just found that she has the very late stages of cancer and only weeks to live



P.S not my own expirence i read a book about a girl she found out she had only weeks to live



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  • xxRainbowDawnxx
    February 10

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    I know this feeling all too well... I swear I'm always fighting one of those. Very sad, but real. Nice.


  • spideracer gold member
    January 31

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    A sad poem of one staring into the face of death, and the imagery you used paints that picture well. A poem too I'm glad I cannot relate to. Well written and good luck in contest.


  • Callisto Athena gold member
    January 30

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    Hon, is that last line 'author notes' suppose to be in the poem? If so, it really throws it off.. You may want to edit it out, the poem itself is quite sad and you did a wonderful job of conveying this person's despair.. I can easily put myself in her place.. Good work..