I Thought I Was Dead
Bruised cheek,
sprained ankle,
ribs hurting,
no tears shed.
Her eyes are glazed though,
Their happy,
Sparkling with joy.
Then reality rushes in,
a moment too soon.
White walls
and scratchy blankets,
the smell of disinfectant.
The joy was gone.
Tears spilled over,
a broken voice whispered,
"I thought I was dead"
And back home she went.
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Poetry(Every one of these poems has a story behind them, whether if their from my life, or just a story) These poem's that you may or may not read, have no theme. Some hold my thoughts, my views on life, some are purely imagination. So please read away an...
