Tyciala Kinnie Poet I do not know?

Fallen

More than likely i stared into his eyes
but couldn't hear a sound
stared so  deeply into his hands that i could have almost engraved my name.
Wonder what really was this game.
His bold and think eye brows barley moving at all.
the walls are white touching the sky.
Studying my body there seems to be a lot of scares.
The room  slowly bashing out red as I watch and heard him 
walk out
 leaving me on the bed 
sadly
Nodding  his head to the lady down stairs.
Going toward the room where my family and friends fled,
My grandmother spiritually praying,
Begging god to let her live another day, at least fro her to say 
 goodbye
Everything touching me is ice cold.
Who am i?
What happened over the past hour or so?
Why are my surroundings so gracefully Bright?
my head feels light
 He tells my grandmother 
"she held up a fight but it was just her time to say goodnight".
 Her eyes screamed then fell out rain.
she went to where the rest of my family and friends
  wondered what had happened?
Is this all a dream?
I yelled out her name  again and again.
 but all five times it just echoed through my brain.
I tried to reach out and touch her hair.
 but I soon found out my hand wasn't really there.

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