I could see the soul
Drain out of her eyes
I sprinted towards her
Almost slipping on her blood.
Her delicate procelain fingers
Grasped at my white shirt
She pulled me towards her
And whispered
"Run"
I turn towards my dad
Who just kept the phone
An ambulance wailed in the distance
And I was glad help was near
Dad stalked towards me like I was his prey
He fisted my hair
And told me
To shut up and not tell anyone of his wicked ways.
YOU ARE READING
Unheard
PoetryI feel it Before it comes The inevitable hit Who do i blame? For letting me live in such hell Why won't the end just come? And sweep me away.
