alive as she was
she kept on kicking
kicking shins and doors
and the screaming
that horrible loud screaming
it was alarming
hitting people
in the face and in the gut
scratching anybody
who dared to come near
a lot of blood and curses
to clean up
in the end it sorted itself out
while being all alone
that fierce fire died out
as a light bulb switched off
no sound or motion
no breathing
'Alive while kicking' © 2013 Rob Knetsch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem