Fate Was In Its Own Hands Poem by KrIsTiNa CoTTo

The leaves are down, the rain has come.it will be getting dark soon.
As the rain grows heavier the sky gets darker, I fear I am not alone on this street.
Alone I walk with my arms huddled to my chest, walking faster and faster.
Car doors slam, doorbells ring and my heart pumps faster.
All I hear is swoosh on the ground the rain this now pouring I am getting drentched.
My hair is soaked and my socks are wet I can not walk any quicker.
The pouring came into a down pour and now I can not see. My vision is gone
I put my hands out to guide my path. Scared out of my mind I try my best.
Hearing car after car the cars are driving faster, I fear I am not no where I am.
Being cautious of my steps, not knowing what is in front of me still being brave enough
To take that step forward. The cars are beeping slamming their brakes, will they stop before me?
People yelling at me 'get out of the street' my eyes are wet but not from the rain. I cry
I am scared I am terrified of this street, but still I fear I am not alone on this street.
Slipping upon my steps arms and hands still out in front of me, Falling onto the pavement slashing and scraping my knees. Shins are bare and fragile, burning and stinging. Hands are shaking I lost my shoes,
My toes are cold. My eyes are wet but not from the rain. My heart is beating practically jumping out of my chest. I find myself laying on the ground but not being able to pick up this body. I feel this body that I call my own evaporating into the ground. People calling to me but no response can I provide.
All of these folks gripping my limp body slapping my face lights in my eyes.
No breath from my mouth nor my nose, am I dead, anyone can suppose.
The night is dawn the dawn was night, the sky lit up dark.
The sky let out its tears as it knew what the night would bring to me.
The cars speed around me so my fate would end good but the fate was in its own hands