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 © | Year Posted 2007

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