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.
Copyright © Robyn Blauw | Year Posted 2007
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