A Loser's Story Poem by Connie Tallada

She was lying unconscious and helpless
Inside the emergency room sorrounded with nurses
She lied still, no pulse, no heartbeat
Almost lifeless, she struggled to keep her every breath

All over again the nurses pounded her chest
They were saving her, trying their very best
Blood were taken, her heart palpitated
In her body needles were injected

She was alive but yet dead and motionless
She refused to talk and kept her anguish
Her mind was functioning actively
But her body could no longer move freely

She used to be smart, cheerful and friendly
She spent her days trying hard to please everybody
Alone inside the panic room, she got no friend, no family
She was fighting still, pulling herself from the fire of hell

Her years was spent in the wisest way that she could
But she was left alone wounded with no one to hold
Watching her suffering at her death bed
I feel the shame, I feel the guilt

Together we lived, we struggled, and we raced
But I leave her in the middle of the field
Together we fight and we face the world fearlessly
But I abandoned her armless and without shield

I could have done something to save her
Bu instead I pushed her in the perils of grave
I could have stopped her and make her feel better
But instead I bought her a blade and cut her nerve

Now, it is too late to save her parted soul
She wouldn't hear me, she wouldn't hear my call
She's now leaving to the place where she belongs
Where everything she did wouldn't be wrong

©2009 CONICONZ