Something shot me on the chest,
I think it left it damaged.
Was it a bullet ?
Its fine, Its bandaged.
It didn't work,
I still can't breath.
I think my heart is trying to escape
I can feel the strong beat underneath.
Wait, My rib cage is broken,
Did the bullet hit it ?
I think I'm bleeding,
Should I just sit ?
I'm dying,
Oh wait, Its the sun beam.
Im fine now,
What a bad dream !
-N.Hetari
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Beyond The Thoughts
Poetry[Completed] "We all have stories, some will tell, some will hide and some will just pour it all in a poem"
