Walking in the night
Heading on home
Only the moonlight
While I roam
A car coming down the street
The man drinking
And bottles at his feet
This is where we'll be meeting
Almost there
It's too late
On the ground is where
I meet my mate
Death is my penalty
Life is his maker
I'm already gone mentally
He was my breaker
Sirens in the distant
Family all around
Paramedics are my assistant
In the ambulance they mound
One last breath
Too much blood gone
Nothing left, no health
Everything done
Cries echoing in the sky
Tears fill the eyes
All that's left is a sigh
And I die
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Kari Hammond
So, what I have up currently is some old pieces of stuff I did a few years ago. Trying to slowly move back into writing and am super grateful to all those who read.
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