The Moument
You think you are
Invincible.
Like nothing can
Touch you
As if there is an
Orb of
Pure limitless
And you are
The only one
In the world
Not even a fly can touch you
But just as you think that
It all changes
That split
Second that grabs
You from behind
And punches
You in your back
Like a bolder
It poundes you
Into the ground
You don’t know what
Happened
Your hearing goes
And all you can see is darkness
For that split second
You can hear the faint
Faint distant sounds
Of a siren
And then
Your sight
You don’t know what happened
And just before it ends
You walk towards the
Bright light.
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