Injuries of a Conspiracy

Injuries of a Conspiracy

A Poem by Angilioth

there are injuries to every conspiracy theres a reason i know this and that is because i am an injury of a major conspiracy... my life was goin good until the day i saw that plane coming toward the building i ran as fast as i could but it was already to late the plane crashed and my life flashed before my eyes but the thing that made me wanna keep me going was my daughters face


a shard of glass pierced through my chest i took off my shirt and shoved it into the hole in my chest i walked toward the exit not wanting her to have the same life that i did  i lost my mom at the age of five and my dad raised me until i was ten then i lost him too remembering this i started to run again i pushed out the door and there she was my life my only reason to continue living with blood running down my stomach i hugged her tight and whispered in her ear "i love you so much baby girl i will never leave you i will always be by your side" they put me on a gurney and rolled me into an ambulance and then i said to the paramedics "im not going anywhere with out my baby girl"

© 2015 Angilioth

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Added on July 13, 2015
Last Updated on July 13, 2015