Everything is going to be alright
while whispering with stains of death on they
lips
sealing defeat in the absence of twinkle in their eye.
Moments later
scared
they stand there with fear in their eyes
me laying on the ground sputtering
with blood and water dribbling out of my mouth
and eyes
and nose,
drowned in defeat.
They do nothing but stare and walk away.
Copyright 2009 by Raven Martin
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