Left To Die
Running through the forest i can hear your footsteps
my heart thudding so fast about ready to burst
my legs are hurting and my lungs are dry
but if i stop now i know i'm going to die
slower and slower
until i fall, "Dear God, NO!"
i scream as you stab me with a knife
a weird pressure is near my waist
i cry and i cry
tears running down my bloody face.
you smirk and you laugh
you enjoy my anguish and pain
you finally finish and leave me to die
my eyes slowly close, i know i'm giving up
my heart slows down
my hearing stops
i go numb
i feel like i'm falling
i slowly died
my last thought:
"my eighteenth birthday and I'll be floating towards the sky."
they found me a few days later
my mother heartbroken, my father in pain
the funeral seemed long, the tears endless
i had died before my parents
i had to watch them be in pain
soon after,
my killer,
had killed them too
people in the world were meant to love each other,
i thought
not kill one another
to this day i'm supposed to be twenty-four
but thanks to my teacher,
I'll never know my future
Copyright © Shannon Lotterer | Year Posted 2008
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