Lying on the ground
My breathing begins to slow
My eyes starts to flutter close
Which I refuse to do
I want to stay here a little longer
Under the clear blue sky
The soft green grass I lay upon
Oh how I wish I can stay
But my vision begin to blur
My fingers' becoming numb
I can't stop the screaming in my head
Can't take in another breath
I accept that my fate
Finishes here in the ground
Looking up to the clouds that appeared suddenly
I took my last breath with a smile on my face
© C.J. Avila
