Please Save Me

Please somebody save me. I’m gonna die. I don’t wanna die.

I can’t breathe, please. I’m not at ease.

I can feel the air leaving my lungs.

I wanna live. Oh what I would give to make it out of here alive it’s not safe inside.

Is there help behind me? Is the rescue coming to find me?

I don’t wanna go. No, not this way. Please can I stay?

My fear reaches its peak as I feel myself getting weak.

I grow faint as I inhale all the smoke.

My voice is broke. No words, only a chorus of a cough and a choke.

I try to scream, but can they hear it?

Death? I think I’m near it.

I shouldn’t have doubt like this. I wanna make it out of this

The world around me is coming apart. This slow death is like a knife in my heart.

I know help is coming. I’m gonna lie down and get some rest.

Before I do, call my mother and tell her she was the best.

If I die in the smother please tell her I love her.

She was my greatest friend. I knew it until the very end.

I’ve fallen into a deep sleep. My conclusion is now.

The world around is crashing down, but I don’t hear a sound.

I’ve been raptured into the other side.

I didn’t know this morning would be my last ride.

I wanna live…I wanna stay…I wanna stay…I wanna stay.

To my greatest girl. I’ll see you in the next world.

~~This stream of consciousness poem was inspired by 9/11 victim Melissa Doi’s final phone call for help.

~Dedicated to Melissa Candida Doi and everyone else who perished in September 11th 2001.