~the Last Moments~

An arrow pierced,
Through my heart,
Shredding veins to bits,
While my blood boils in ripples,
Gushing profusely as if,
From a wine barrel.

I struggled to stay alive,
Battling with an agonizing spirit,
And my blood, scarlet,
Flows everywhere.

As I lost consciousness,
I heard its call,
Sending me away,
To the realms beyond the earth,
'Come, there is no turning back'
And I answered,
Leaving my flesh behind.

by Sita Madu Wynn

Comments (1)

Wow what a beautiful poem