Pool of Red

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem is a dark poem about an individual who has been hurt and is dying surrounded by their blood, hence the title, pool of blood. This person talks about their last moments of life before they go 'up' or 'down'

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Submitted: January 08, 2014

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Pool of Red

by: Erin Lewis

 

I'm sitting here alone

Waiting for them to take me

I cannot move

The pain is too much to bear

It paralyzes my very soul

I look down and around

looking for the last time

I see

I am in a pool of red

The crimson liquid grows greater by the minute

The light flickers on and off.

I see them

They have come for me.

They are as bright as the sun

Full of hope and joy

Wings with delicate feathers

And a babys face

The lights are still flickering

On and off and on and off

Suddenly, they are off.

The only light comes from the creatures before me

They are shut off for ever, never to return again.

 

 


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