Hoping For The Beat. Poem by chizitere ojiaka

My heart just beat again...
Oh no it didn't but how come
I breath?

Black is red now, yes blood
has taken over.
Or is it not blood that i see?

Streets are full of streams
Streams not of water, but of
Blood and tears.

How can my heart not beat,
When panic overwhelms my
'entireness'.

Oh I still speak of me,
And forget you who lie stylishly
On black, now red.

You have been dumped in your
Own blood.
How heartless!

I want to carry you home now
But I can't because my feet cannot
Stop running.

I hear a heartbeat now.
Could it be yours?
Am far away from you now
But i hear your heart beat in my ears.

A bullet just caught Lalah.
Another heartbeat is lost.
How long can I hold mine?
How long will it beat?

Can i still hope, with all these bullets
Stopping our hearts?
I hope still... Still i hope...