Outcast and left on my knees

Torpefied as my broken heart bleeds.

Passersby glance and keep going.

As the life from my body is steadily flowing.

Incoherent, I implore them to help.

This striking blow is more than a skelp.

My life fades away from this earthly view.

My breathing now labors with skin turning blue.

One more gasp is all that remains.

The tension eases, an absence of pain.

The end has come as I float above.

Now absent of torment, I soar like a dove.

The offender shrugs. She doesn’t care.

While all her accomplices do nothing but stare.

This wave of pain brings a clouded sense.

Never again uttered in this present tense.