Alive While Kicking Poem by Rob Knetsch

alive as she was
she kept on kicking
kicking shins and doors
and the screaming
that horrible loud screaming
it was alarming

hitting people
in the face and in the gut
scratching anybody
who dared to come near
a lot of blood and curses
to clean up

in the end it sorted itself out
while being all alone
that fierce fire died out
as a light bulb switched off
no sound or motion
no breathing

'Alive while kicking' © 2013 Rob Knetsch