Save Me

 

The first that was stolen,

was when I was a child.

The devil came to take

The innocent yet wild.

 

Thick forests and trees—

My playground of choice.

God’s creatures undisguised,

Except the one with the voice.

 

Black as night, he chose,

While the midday sun shone,

To do his cowardice work,

And claim my number one.

 

The second that was stolen

Was the very same year.

Shock and desperation,

My mother’s prayers near.

 

The devil seized my throat,

Robbing yet another breath.

Any could be my last;

There were only a few left.

 

Tubes and needles all over,

An attempt to give it back.

White coats and floods of tears,

Now the second, I lacked.

 

This is the worst thus far,

Of all the deaths of me.

God, give me your protection,

He’s back for number three.

Author's Note

I know this makes no sense to anyone else, but for some reason it's one of my favorites.