Smoke,
Coming out of the windows And doors Burning down Old memories that would never, Be replaced. Trapped Inside my small little house With no way out Blood on my leg Hurting Aching in pain Wishing it would just fall off But I knew that wouldn't happen. A man In a suit Lifted me from the corner in my room Puff coming out of my breath Coughing up smoke, Losing breath Carried out of my house My leg rubbing against his suit Burning Bleeding Boiling In the hospital patients fill the room Broken arms Legs, People in beds, They rush me into a room And throw me on a bed I scream and yell in pain and fright Telling him to stop He gives a nod It was time My mother walks in Face full of tears Cold Full of worry Her hands meets my face I turn toward her, She tells me My leg will not survive Too much blood and skin A cup Full of medicine I am going to be asleep while the job is done No more running No track They were all disappearing My eyes slowly closing Getting darker Smaller My eyes heavier Closing This was the last time I would see my leg Full of blood And no feeling.
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