Poetry For Everyday People
Before Sunrise
I got shot
in a dream,
a few nights ago,
in the back of my head,
felt like a golf ball
hit my neck,
then exploded,
and as I washed
my blood in the sink,
in shock, yet still functioning,
trying to hang on,
I felt it, I still, feel it,
I was gone,
no matter how much
I fought,
heavy eyes,
surrendering to darkness,
for the last time,
reaching with falling arms
no longer part
of a soul,
trying to hug her,
I imagined a poem.
in a dream,
a few nights ago,
in the back of my head,
felt like a golf ball
hit my neck,
then exploded,
and as I washed
my blood in the sink,
in shock, yet still functioning,
trying to hang on,
I felt it, I still, feel it,
I was gone,
no matter how much
I fought,
heavy eyes,
surrendering to darkness,
for the last time,
reaching with falling arms
no longer part
of a soul,
trying to hug her,
I imagined a poem.
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Before Sunrise
Before Sunrise
