She is falling,
Now, She's hurt.
Scares and bruises all over.
Blood breeding, no control.
She's losing her breath.
Her Last few moments, she's trying to recall everything that happened.
(Two hours ago:
She fought with everyone who judged her, People who kept her alway from her dreams. She fought for her right, for what she loved.)
Her eyes close.
"She's dead" someone says.
She died without achieving her dreams.
YOU ARE READING
Poem a day
PoetryWritting was never her favourite thing to do but soon came loneliness and took over, she was away from everything. Nothing went the way she planed, she was tired of life. A pen and a paper became her best friends. She began to write,write poems on h...
