My Last Breath Poem by Keelie Smith

My Last Breath



I lay on the cold hard ground,
Bloodied and broken,
As tears stain my cheeks
Blood stains my shirt,
Shock and pain fill my heart
Empty words fill my head
As I draw my last breath
A sudden pained realization made clear
No matter what happens
We are always alone

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