I don't know what to call it.

[bbychop]

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Humeur actuelle : discontent

Call 911.
I think we need some help here.
No, I think I need some help here.
The room is spinning and the ground is cold.
"Come on, let's get her there quick."

Look at a pasty body.
Blood on just about every inch of her limbs.
Wondering what are they going to do.

"We cannot do much more to help her.
I am sorry."
Without even trying.
"She cannot make it for her appointment today, doc.
Apparently the meds are not enough to keep her here.
You tried your best."

this is the first poem..ish i have written in over a year.

[Bobby]

Losing and Lost. That would be a good title.

But anyway, I like it, for such a short poem it really depicts a scene.