Her final seconds

September 28, 2017
By Anonymous

She was aged,
she was fragile.
We didn’t know,
her memory would be venom.

She walked to us,
she looked nice and sweet.
The closer she got,
the sadder she looked.

She talked and talked,
at first annoyed;
we soon noticed,
something was off.

“There is a god,
he loves you.”
She told us this,
before the shock of a lifetime.

We ran and ran,
we tried our hardest.
But nobody could save her,
from the worst battle.

The battle against herself.


She got to be peaceful though,
none of us would ever be again.
We stood there,
tears falling like waterfalls.
“Why couldn’t we have,
ran a little faster”

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