The Aftermath (1/23/07)

[moonwick]

On the floor in the dark, he left me for dead.
Blood, my own blood dripping, staining,
sticking me to the tiles,
a butterfly in a spider's web.
It's growing colder, getting dizzy.
All the world seems far away.
I lie here crumpled, thirsty, breathing,
half asleep as if I'm dreaming,
and I'm angry.
Don't I even have a say?
It's not his body,
but he wrecked it anyway.

I feel my eyelids slowly sinking,
weighted down by lead, it seems,
as I am letting go reluctantly.
Is this the end of me?
And in the dark I see my history,
first a tiny baby girl
and then a young child petting kittens,
precious curls and golden happiness.
The pictures flashing fast,
I see my wretched adolescence
and the lessons that I learned.
Then comes adulthood,
college, heartache, independence.
Here I am.
My pulse, it flutters in my wrist.
And I'm unsteady.
This is it.

There are no rescues,
no great heroes,
only aches and pains and sin.
It's growing colder, getting dizzy,
time bleeds out onto the floor.
And this is it.
Tonight is my great aftermath.

[werewolf85]

i like your style of writting. almost everything you write i can make a small christain likness to it. i don' t know why though.

[A Ghost in the Wind]

I only dig poems that rhyme, and your rhyming scheme was eh. However, I did get the message and shit. It was good, Britt.

[moonwick]

Haha, I can put up rhyming ones if you like. I have a shitload of those. It's just that most people don't like those very much. But I guess I could do it for you, Icey This one wasn't supposed to have a rhyming scheme.