He knocked on her door,
but there was no reply.
He called out her name,
but there was no sound.
He slowly opened the door,
and his heart skipped a beat.
She was sitting on the floor,
her back against the wall.
Her eyes were empty,
her face was pale.
And there on the floor,
around her feet,
Was a crimson red pool,
and a trail.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Confession
PoetryWords I opted not to confide Scattered pieces of me, hidden inside He who held them, now nowhere to find Gone, leaving me behind
