Shot Down Dead

I thought I was
dreaming when I heard
someone screaming

But then I realised
I wasn't even breathing
I'd been shot in the head
and left for dead

My heart wasn't beating
my life was leaving
my soul was rising

I'd been shot down dead
on a street that wasn't lit
all because I wouldn't join
the gangs on the street

poem by Dave Alan Walker
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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