Struck

She walks down the road.
the moon is out,
its cold.
she breaths
and sees the air
coming out of her mouth
feels the teardrops
down her checks
the footsteps
on the concrete
its quiet
the wind
on her face
the fresh wind
suddenly
she falls to the ground
the baton is cold
but that doesn't matter
nothing does
the bright light
in her way
her life flashing
before her eyes
she tries to fight the pain
but she failles
shes going to a better place now
better than the earth
the pain
the loneliness
the fear
the world
shes cold
her skin pale
her body isn't moving
her heart
isn't beating
anymore
her eyes
closing
her final words
goodbye