Kicked In The Stomach Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

As I hit the ground and knock the wind out of myself, I see a faint shadow, lurking, peering, haunting, The ground is covered with blood, my blood, Gushing from my mouth, my broken teeth on the floor, Tearing the flesh on my hands open when I try to stand, Pulling me down even more, making me weak, Taking my heart, and emotions, as the ground takes my blood, And I take the pain, suffering like I was never imagined, Being taken for the ride of my life, and being sliced with a knife, Every second of the ride, for the whole ride, but I can’t get off, Not enough energy, not enough will, not enough motivation, That’s how I feel by what you said, and it’s no big deal to you, Your suppose to love me since birth, and now im no one to you!