Take My Hand
Blood spilling over the ground.
Take my hand & help me out.
Never been afraid of death.
Until it came to my last breath.
Desperate for air.
No one really cares.
I'm broken hearted.
And slowly becoming the departed.
Wondering what will happen next.
I open my eyes & my problem's fixed.
I see a white light.
As I stop trying to fight it.
No longer gasping for oxygen.
I will never have pain again.
Copyright © Seleanna Loveless | Year Posted 2012
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