Seleanna Loveless Poet Free verse

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.

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Carol Sunshine Brown January 18, 2012 at 5:15 AM A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you SeLeanna. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Read and comment on their's and they will return in kind. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love and blessing always, Carol

Madeleine Mclaughlin January 17, 2012 at 4:06 PM Oh, no. It's a nice poem form-wise but very sad and even a bit shocking but I guess that could be good, you're obviously reaching for the emotional impact, so you've done we.. Seleanna Loveless January 18, 2012 at 2:14 PM I just recently went through 5 suicides in 3 months. So I'm very emotional.