I had a chance to save him,
a chance to spare the life within,
but I failed, and instead lived.
It should have been me, not he.A bullet had nestled inside,
and a bullet I removed,
but still he bled out,
the bandage doing nothing.His eyes were closed,
his breathing was weak,
and when the real doctors arrived,
there was little to be done.He was carried away,
as was I for a knife had
pierced my back, a wound
I didn't care for.Yet, all the training I had,
failed to save him,
the only one who truly mattered,
and the only one I wanted to live.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Beautiful Havoc
PoesiaEvery story deserves to be told just as everyone has the right to live. This just happens to be my story. *A collection of 50 poems*