The Last Moment Poem by Cody Moore

If a bullet were to find me
In its mid flight
I shall join my brethren
In there everlasting night

As my soul is sent
Reality will be bent
As a contortionist on the stage
I will turn my last page

As I take my last breath
The blood flows steadily ore my chest
Thoughts flow through my head
With the reality I will soon be dead

Dark clouds around me steaming
Deep within my head I’m screaming
A scream of terror and defiant passion
I pray to God that he will have compassion