I woke up one morning
Put feet on the floor
The cold of the tiles
The creak of the door
Each sense was enlarged
I heard every sound
My own raspy breathing
As I walked ’cross the ground

Something was wrong
Something not right
I heard a girl screaming,
The sounds of a fight
I waited and listened
I watched and I feared
My heart was a-pounding
From my eye rolled a tear

As I crouched and I cried
I heard a loud CRACK
The sound of a shot
Being fired at my back
I slumped to the ground
With a heart dashed in two
My breathing was stopping,
Came to rest in the dew.

I woke up one morning
Put feet on the floor
And knew without knowing,
There was death through that door.
Each sense was enlarged
For the very last time
I slept then in peace,
In a place that’s sublime.

 
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