Dying Moments Poem by Marva Seaton

I bared my heart,
I bared my soul,
And they bled me dry,
Drop by drop the blood flowed,
Until it formed a pool,
On the ground around my feet,
Hands tugged at me,
And I wondered what more,
Could I be asked to give,
When they had already,
Taken everything from me,
Everything I worked for,
Everything I owned,
As the last drop flowed,
And my strength failed me,
I knew that not even my life,
They were content to spare.