Hanging Above

There she stood under the midday sun, 
Holding it against her ear as she spoke.
A loved one on the other line, 
And a million things in her mind.

Loved ones? So they said
They left me hanging on the edge.
Irresponsibly to my fate I was abandoned,
 Despite my loud cries for help.

She turned, still lost in her previous  conversation;
What horrific scene had her eyes walked in. 
Open jawed, cold sweat, pale in color
She stood before the body.

By no means did I mean to startle you,
I did my best to hold on until I lost my grip.
It was not my intention, I meant no harm
It was my curiosity that brought me where I am. 

A 70 pounds female canine hung from the second floor,
He her honey brown fur strapped by a leather collar.
Her eyes were gone, just like her motionless body 
And her swollen tongue that laid low. 

In a matter of seconds, so many actions had taken effect.
The voices in her head had divided into groups.
Each taking stand for both matters on the table,
As her legs drove her away in silence.

Please don’t come forward, I don’t even know you.
This is no sight for a young lady like you.
How embarrassed I am.
If I could only move away.

When Camel had been brought down,
She kneeled before the creature and closed her eyes.
Even though they had never met before,
She was not going to let her soul depart alone. 

I can hear your kind words 
Walking with me towards the tunnel of light.
What happened had left me unease
But now your presence has given me peace. 

She retrieved and marched her way
Not looking back to the past.
Red dry eyes and a cold broken heart
Became her friends for the day.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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A  Avatar
September 12, 2015 at 8:09 AM
Rahima, wonderful poem. Skat
Espat  Avatar
September 16, 2015 at 12:39 PM
Thanks Skat! ;)
Boddie Avatar
August 19, 2015 at 9:56 AM
this tale is so tragic....many of us refuse to care out of habit....all because of the fear to connect....but only through goodness can we boost our Spiritual intellect....;)
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August 19, 2015 at 10:02 AM
Im glad you were able to see through and grasp the meaning of this writing! caring doesn't have to imply money nor heavy work. a simple hello can save a life.
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