mahlet wole

Rookie (aug 22 1995 / Atlanta)

Death At Its Peak - Poem by mahlet wole

alone i lay here in the dark
nobody to rescu me
i just wait as i slowly die
to reach my destination
blood drippng to the ground
suddenly i realize
what have i done
i should have been more careful
with that gun
but when i had pulled the trigger
i knew this is what needed to be done
i knew this was right
i could feel this was right
but unfortunately i did not die

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 18, 2008

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