Run.
Closing my eyes,
I ran.
I ran,
Hard and fast.
Weaving through the weeds,
Trying to catch my breath as I went up and down the hills.
Tonight,
Was the night.
...THE NIGHT...
Was I going to be able to do this?
There was only one person who could stop me...
But.
They probably didn't realize I told them I loved them,
For the last time.
Looking up,
I let a single tear slip,
And I walked down the hill,
Slowly.
Seeing the light in the distance,
I took a deep breath.
Taking a deep breath,
I stepped in front of the light.
Pain,
Surged through my body.
My limbs were being torn apart.
One last gasp of air,
And nothing.
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The train director,
Saw her in the middle of the train tracks,
Blaring the horn,
She didn't move.
Why didn't she move?
His mind,
Raced.
He couldn't stop the train in time.
He watched as she got hit.
Why little girl?
Why?
Why would you end your life like this?
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Short Poems
PoesiaWritten: October 23, 2017 By: Jessica Thompson Short poems put together through time December 19, 2016 to current days. So please enjoy, they are my thoughts, and feelings, and everything.
