Last Battle

Sitting here alone; wondering as time passes,

What to do? Where to go? How did some things happen?

Searching in my thoughts reason for this event,

Ignoring the backstabbers and their ridiculous threats.

The parents rush with horrified expressions,

Watching the bleeding faces of their kids
.
Policemen surrounding the place

And doctors walking at a rushed pace.

The heart accelerates when one teen doesn’t respond,

“One, two, three” I heard one of the sob.

A cold palm squeezes mine trying to give me hope.

But I knew it was over; it was my time to go.

The blood is spread all over the floor,

The light is too bright.

“I can’t do this anymore, mom. But for you I will try.”

“I love you,” She whispered. What a beautiful thing to see.

A cheap smile crosses my face,

But I am extremely beat.

“Please don’t cry. Everything will be great.”

I assured once last time and closed my eyes.

She called my name, I didn’t respond,

Everyone knew it was over. The last battle has been fought.