Stepping Stones to the Graveyard

I sit here shaking,

wonder if she's alright,

because I know things,

I know the pain she feels,

more than just the black eye,

and I can hear her screams,

as I try not to cry,

because how could I forget,

when everytime I close my eyes I see him throw her to the ground,

and so tell me,

should I have called the police,

or simply took her out of the situation,

and would she be okay now,

would I still hear her heart beat,

and would I still see her smile,

it's hard to even imagine her face now,

through my blurry bloodshot eyes,

it's hard losing her over and over again.

Reviews

[SilentDreamer]

This is so sad. A sad story within a poem. Creative, I like it. Something new to think about. Great job.