Murder Of A Being Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Regret - there are too many.
They cannot be shared because
the broken strings were left
lying there.
No more margins or boundaries to share,
they were all scattered because you no
longer cared what happened to me.
Ripping apart every fiber of being and
soul, turning away, unable to look me
in the eye any longer.
Your life on a pedestal for mine -
broken beyond repair, lying on your
filthy floor.
Undiscovered because you hid me away
and locked the door.
Blocking every exit, there wasn't any
other choice but death.
I was taken and tortured by your
blemished hands, unable to recover or
fight back.
Regrets - there are too many and there
will never be room enough for the two
of us.
Deeply buried in the grave you dug - I
can no longer stay above this earth.
At your insistence, my life and the child
within were killed.