Death Walk Poem by Leanna Page Markgraf
Death Walk
I'm out of breath
and down on my knees.
Nobody is around
to hear my desperate pleas.
So many final thoughts
rush through my head.
Everything goes so fast
when you are as good as dead.
I fought to the end
and was the best I could be.
It was all just too much though
and it overcame me.
Too much confusion
with people always mocking.
My time is here,
just a dead girl walking.
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