This poem means a lot to me. The pain is unbearable when you see a loved one getting torn away from you. Every soul fights against death, but in the end, it's a battle they're prepared to lose.
We were going on a field trip. Quiet trip,for me.Not talking. Everybody else is,but I zone them out.Just thinking.Then it happens.It comes strait towards my seat on the bus.Crash.Im out.Everything's dark. I hear ambulance.I feel that I'm being carried somewhere.I hear talking.I don't know where I am,but that's not what I'm worried about.
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