On the Sidewalk Bleeding

this is a poem i wrote about the story On the Sidewalk bleeding by: Evan Hunter

Pain, through every inch of my body,
Blood, escaping from my veins,
Rain, cleansing the bleeding alley pavement.

No one is here to save me,
No one is here to care.

I am left here to die;
Because of a purple jacket,
I am left here, to die.

Where no one can see me crying;
There's no one to see me dying.

This life I have chosen is how it all ends.
No saviors, no friends.

This jacket is what killed me,
Though it is not who i truly am.
I struggle to show the true Andy,
As i lay on the sidewalk;
Bleeding

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

THE PAIN IN THE LINES OF THIS ONE...AS A READER READ THE LINES OF THIS VERSE...JUST KEEPS YOU ON THE EDGE AS THE WORDS UNFOLD TO THE END OF THE WRITE...