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Lynn Scott Mar 2019
Breathe in and out
Get to the ball
Breathe out and in
Try not to fall

Breathe in and out
Sprint down the field
Breathe out and in
The strength you wield

Breathe in and out
You hit them first
Breathe out and in
Your shoulder hurts

Breathe in and out
You dribble fast
Breathe out and in
Get hit at last

Breathe in and out
Air born you go
Breathe out and in
Time becomes slow

Eyesight blurry
You hit your head
Eyesight blurry
Your nose bleeds red

Dark tiny spots
Cloud your vision
Dark tiny spots
Hard collision

It all goes dark
The pain's still there
It all goes dark
Blood in your hair

Open your eyes
You're laid in bed
Open your eyes
Holding your head

Try to get up
Think of your name
Try to get up
Wracking your brain

Start to panic
No memory
Start to panic
Eyes that can't see

Wet tears stream down
Leaving their mark
Wet tears stream down
Blind in the dark

You can not see
No one is there
You can not see
Nobody cares

Sitting alone
No memory
Sitting alone
Eyes that can't see
Lynn Scott Mar 2019
You call me a monster
You call me a racist
You call me despicable
You call me horrible

What am I when I save a child's life
What am I when I stop an active shooter
What am I when I console the grieving parents of a dead baby

Tell me!
What am I?!

When I have to scrape up the brains of a teenage girl
When I have to see a toddler who accidentally hung himself
When I have to deal with the real monsters of the world

Tell me!!
What am I?!

Have you ever seen a body that's been dead for days
Have you ever seen parents grieve before the bloodied mangled body of their lifeless dead child
Have you ever had to watch the life leave a child's eyes

If not, then tell me!
What am I?!

Am I really the monster that haunts your dreams?
Am I really such a horrible despicable human being?

Where are you when I have to clean up from a ****** suicide?
Where are you when I have nightmares at night?
Where are you when my depression comes back?

Where are you?!

That's right.
You're never there.
Lynn Scott Mar 2019
Afraid in the dark
Afraid all alone
Afraid you might die
In the catacombs

Afraid of the ghosts
Afraid of their moans
Afraid you might die
In the catacombs

Heart pounding faster
Already quite scared
Hands become sweaty
There's death in the air

The screams of the dead
Screech their eerie tones
Haunting the hallways
In the catacombs

Running down the halls
You try to escape
Searching the tunnels
The ground starts to quake

Ghostly hands reach up
They grab your one leg
Then dragging you down
As you scream and beg

Demons surrounds you
You claw at their bones
They drag you to hell
In the catacombs

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