Emergency services called me that night,
You were drunk, you had drove,
You were fighting for your life.
I didn't have the time to think,
Or to ask,
But I made my way to you,
Praying that night wasn't your last.
I remember seeing you there,
Lay on your bed.
You were scared, confused,
Couldn't fathom what was said.
When I questioned your motive,
You didn't know why,
You just said it was hard to handle the pain inside.
I didn't recognise you,
You didn't look the same,
You were barely even responsive to your own name.
I didn't know if you remembered me,
Remembered my face.
But I hoped that in there somewhere,
I'd still have my place.
You scared me so badly,
I was worried to death.
But I couldn't ridicule you,
I'd be wasting my breath.
Seeing you in pain was a serious shock,
The image of you almost lifeless is something my mind tries so hard to block.
Unfortunately for me,
I remember that night like the back of my hand,
I struggle with the flashbacks as the whole event wasn't planned.
I didn't expect it,
Clearly neither did you.
What would've happened if nobody was around,
Seriously, what would you do?
What had you done?
What were you thinking?
I begged you not to do it again,
To cut out the drinking.
YOU ARE READING
Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
