I'm shot

August 1, 2008
By Richard Astudillo, New York, NY

To watch the back of my eye lids
As my eyes start to close
To feel my breaths get slower
as my soul starts to go
A breath every few seconds
smaller then the first,
Feeling like my lungs are willing to burst
Trying to breath to stay alive
A bullet in my lungs I can't revive!
This is my time and this I can't survive.
The smell of gun powder in the air,
Thinking in my head this isn't fair
To think some one took my life.
But I will go with my head held high
Risking my life for my country I was ready to die

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