Living Dead

Falling is nothing new to me, for I have fallen many times.  I got back up from every fall before.  Too far, this one may have been.

                                                                I lay here dying, slowing dying.

      Awaiting rescue is quite the task. Waiting is all I can do.  You watched me fall.  You promised relief and continued on.

                                                          I see you walking circles around where I lay.

    My heart burns within my chest.  I find it hard to breathe.  The end feels ever so near.  Still you walk circles around me.

                                                              Finishing me off would be far less cruel.

  I died while I held you.  Your tears soaked my shirt like blood.  Because I still walk, does that make me the living dead?

                                                        Or are my tears a sign of life still deep within?