Poems

Him

Her vision black with no way out
The floor is stained by red
A million words torment her
Whirling inside her head

What if he had found her right now?
Would he apologize?
Or would he relish in her pain
Not answering her cries

Yes, he would have watched her struggle
Sneering at what she's done
Dug his own knife into her arm
Knowing that he has won

But he didn't come to find her
And now she's all alone
The red continuously flows
Making the faults her own

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"The past will often attack the present with the pain of your memories."
~Seiichi Kirima