
Strength left me, a bullet in my heart.
I fell asleep then woke with a start;
Lost a lot of blood and felt really ill.
Each jolt I felt made me lie still.
Next thing I knew I lay on a hospital bed.
Comforting words could not be said.
Each time I moved many tears were shed.
About the Creator
Darla M Seely
I am 58 years old. I love to write poems, crochet, take photos, and make scrapbooks. I write poems about Jesus, love, friendship, how to improve, forgiveness, my cat, holidays. I enjoy making afghans for friends, family, taking photos



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