The Death

The tiles blurred before me Red balls of light appeared And as his did grip tightened I fought to still my fear The life within was leaving And I struggled to be free His strength was too much for me I fell down to my knees The blackness came and welcomed I don’t remember more My body slumped upon the floor I didn’t know the score Then slowly, oh so slowly I felt some memory Some part of me awaking Was sore and bruised and ill Now its three years later And still I’m here to tell I’m out of there and lonely I know emotions well. And I am still here living If that’s what it is called Too frightened for relationships Too many fears to fall.