B is for Bashed

B is for Bashed

 

I lay here in the alley,

alone in the night,

bruised and cut,

staining the harsh bricks,

the ones my broken body lies upon.

The sun went down hours ago,

and here I am,

no help in sight,

all I can do to pass the time,

is cry silently.

My face is red,

that from the fear and pain,

what a time though I had,

the best night of my life,

one I will remember forever.

Though I will probably die,

I know I can feel,

the joy I get from hurting myself,

feeling every knick and scrape,

one of you.

The stones hurt at first,

so did the baseball bat and fists,

soon I found them relaxing,

soothing to the touch,

and now I am here.

If you could just help me to what were my knees,

maybe drive me to a hospital,

but if not Ill understand,

who would want one of me in the car,

one who feels the pain of humanity as it is dealt out.

So no, keep walking,

in fact you might want to run,

otherwise you'll be here with me,

not able to stand it any longer,

one of the many bashed, and soon forgotten.

 

Author's Note

Its not the best thing I ever wrote, and I started to go down as I got towards the ending. Ill take any suggestions you feel like giving. Thanks. -Dave-

Reviews

[Katherine Marie]

Jeez - poor guy. But it's so true - once you've been killed like that, you're just a statistic. I don't know what critique to give you on this, but all I know is that the main plot is definitely clear - so you've accomplished something wonderful here. Good work.

[Tai-San]

oh! This is sad. i cried!!! I think you are good wityh emotion and writing!!!