Footsteps bounce against
The pavement
Tears come out of my eyes
Some lady cries
I stand lookin
Thinkin
Wonderin
Cryin
About the bloody pulp beset in
front of me
The rain pours heartily
Out of the sky
As if it knows someone died
I hold the ridge-mortis stricken
body closer to mine
Bawling out of my tear ducts
Alarmed by the sirens
I watched as the yellow tape is
layed
Everyone crowds around
To me the bloody pulp
Soaked with blood and rain
I watch as the body bag
Is pulled out
Seconds turn into minutes
I'm finally carried away
I watch, suddenly a light
appears
And as a fly to a light
I go.
I take one last turn to my life
Quickly and say godbye
My words mix with the wind
As a kite I fly to the sky
Author notes
this is my 1st poem on allpoetry i'd love some reviews.
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