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A Call For Desperate Times

Updated on May 5, 2017
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Brittany Banks is a young woman who likes to help people in difficult situations.

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Lies- April 4, 2008

It has been spoken-

That a million times a year,

A heart is broken.

Because someone made-

That one mistake.

It put lives at risk,

And even at sake.

Sometimes there's no one to blame.

But people are stupid,

And take life as a game.

It's not funny because life is real.

People just don't care,

About how you feel.

Really soon you figure out,

It was all a little white lie.

You ask them if it was true,

But all they do is deny.

Last Night- June 20, 2008

Everyone has a heart.

It beats, beats, and beats.

It gets faster.

When will it stop?

Never, I fear.

I walk into the distance

And see the Devil's Tower.

Step, step, breathe.

Step, step, breathe.

Whoa...What's happening to me?

I don't know what is going on.

I need to find out,

What happened last night.

Car Wreak- September 27, 2008

I'm only a memory now.

I died at 4:20.

Let me tell you how.

When I was in the hospital,

I knew I was dying.

I got hit by a guy,

Who was drinking and driving.

After that, there was plenty of time.

To say goodbye and to see some people.

Before I died.

But I wasn't drinking.

Nobody found out,

About the guy who killed me.

My heart was a failure.

I wish there was a cure.

I want to be alive.

But only if that guy,

Didn't drink and drive.

Now I'm laying in my grave,

And telling you how I died.

I'm only a memory now.

I died at 4:20.

And that's how.

© 2017 Brittany Banks

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    • Gyanendra Mocktan profile image

      gyanendra mocktan 4 months ago

      I agree with you, our soul never dies.

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      Brittany Banks 4 months ago from Spokane, Washington

      Our soul never dies. Thank you for reading my poetry. It means a lot to me.

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      gyanendra mocktan 4 months ago

      Yes, You are telling us at what time you died from your grave. I think we die in every second of our breath. Thank you