Last Minutes
By Dawn Tate
My heart is beating faster my lungs grasp for air,
My hands are shaking into the cold night my teary eyes stare,
Could it be that I am wrong?
Could it be that I'm not strong?
My mind searches for answers my feet want to run,
All this time i thought I had it tricked but this dark feeling has won,
Sweat pours down my face my body starts to shiver,
The thought of dying tonight my body starts to quiver,
The blood runs down my arm at last I am distressed,
Good at aiming for blue my chances are blessed,
The last minutes are here my eyes stare off in space,
My life flashes before me the tribulations I will now face
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