Him...

This is a poem I wrote long ago about a friend who had been raped by her father and later that year, commit suicide.

These words I let flow onto the page –

Words of a gloomy winter evening…

 

The night he killed you

Always remembered –

This is for you…

 

All those horrible things

            He did to you,

Never forgotten.

 

Drawing that twisted picture –

Just to see the blood…

He can’t hurt you anymore.

 

That bridge didn’t kill you –

He did…

 

Just a mere memory,

Hard to imagine –

Wishing it wasn’t real,

Wanting so badly for it all to be a dream –

Realizing that it is true,

Just let me wish it all away.

 

Helping me through all of this s**t,

Please don’t leave me be –

Before you realize it’s true,

I’ll be gone too

With the blink of an eye –

The crime has killed me too.