Will I be Able to Save You?

I'm running,
Running to you.

My cheek is cut,
Sliced by a branch.

It stings and hurts,
But I keep running.

My breath now comes
In short gasps.

Will I make it in time
To save your life?

Will I make it in time
To hold you once more?

I leave the forest,
Enter the clearing.

But I'm too late
To keep you alive.

The ground is soaked,
Stained with your blood.