By Bryan Wegman.
You turn around
There’s someone following you
You keep walking
You stare off into space
You aren’t scared
Your tough
Stand your ground
It’s probably nothing
He inches closer
He’s right on your heels
You turn around
You look into his eyes
He stares back at you
You start to shake
You watch him start to pass you
He grabs your arm
He throws you down the ally
You don’t scream for help
Men wouldn’t do that
What do you want
He pulls out a gun
He wants your money
You are broke
You have everything you have in your wallet
You loose all this
You are dead
You turn around
You look for some form of defense
You grab a bottle
He fires a gun
You’ve been hit
He starts to run
You sit and wait
Your vision blurs
Your thoughts stir
You could have avoided this
You could still be here
You start to shake
You don’t feel the pain
Your eyes start to close
Your mouth begins to shake
It was just paper
You see nothing
The doors open
In walks the crowd
They gather around your body
They all start to cry
They say there prayers
They go back home
The casket closes
The tears stop
Everybody forgets you
Nobody visits your grave
You are now just a name
Here lies a body with a name
Who cares
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