Last Sight

Gasping for air... Every breath I take... Feels deep and long...
Cold air stinging my lungs...
Rain pouring on my bloody cheeks...
Slowly filling my mouth with blood stained water...

Staying awake by the rain...
Pouring onto the cuts that lay bare on my back...
I lay on the dark streets...
Unable to move...
Unable to look away...
Forever gazing at the awful sight...
My hands....Separated from me...
Never thought this day would come so soon...
The day where I became disabled...
I was useless...

Pain....Throbbing pain....
So painful...
Something else hurts more than my hands...
The sound of crying so nearby...
Sight of a child...My child...
Poor child...Soaked in the rain...
Shaking me with her cold little hands...
Her trembling voice ringing in my ears...
"Daddy!! Daddy!! Don't leave me!!"
Her presence... Her voice...
How it pains me...
The sight of her own father laying there...

How I wished to comfort her...
With what little strength left in me...
I touched her face with whats left of my hand...
"Dear child, don't cry... Daddy will be with you, I promise."
"No, don't go!! I need you dad!! Don't leave me."
Her cold little hands clutching onto mine...
How bad of a father I am...
Leaving my poor child of seven...
Wish I could have seen her grow up a little more...



Okay.... I really don't know what made me create this...
I couldn't think of a way to continue or end my poem after the hands part.
The only thing I could think of was to show how important it is to have hands.
I don't think many realizes this but without hands we are practically cut from everything.
I know there are people living just fine without hands but I thought to myself without hands we are removed from almost the whole world and become a liability(useless/burden).
We use hands to eat, to play, to craft, to do sports and etc.

The part where the girl came in, I have no idea why I made her up.
So that part onwards you can try think of your own meaning since I didn't made her with a thought in mind.