Sitting Alone In The Darkness Poem by Ashley Morrison

Sitting Alone In The Darkness



I saw you just the other day, and everything seemed to be fine.
Now your getting in my face, surely crossing the line.
Next thing I know slap across my face.
How can you call yourself a man, your more like a disgrace.
To god, you've disappointed, as well as humainty.
Have you lost your mind, and your sanity?
I never thought it would get to this, as I sit alone in the dark.
We use to be so perfect, we use to have that spark.
The spark where you gave me butterflies,
now you send me shivers of fear, and tell me nothing but lies.
I sit alone in the dark every night, scared for you to come home.
I heard the drunkness of your voice, five minutes ago on the phone.
I sit there and i pray for you to not open my door,
I slowly hear it creek, look at the clock strike four.
I ask where you were, you tell me to shut my face.
At that very point, i feel my heart begin to race.
Beat beat beat, with nothing in between.
I say you will change, your just in a phase of being oh so mean.
How many times will you beat me to the floor.
I don't think my body can handle anymore.
You hold my hands down, and slowly start to punch, and then proceed to kick.
I cannot seem to get off this man i knew, who now became a prick.
I scream for someone to help, no response of what i can recall.
Now were both on the floor, where I begin to bawl.
Help, help! Can anyone hear me?
One more punch, and one more kick, im slowly losing my breath.
could this be it? Am i headed for my death.
The cops then kicked down the door, and i was slowly going.
They got me on the stretcher, where my blood began to start flowing.
They said five more mintues and i wouldnt be alive.
That very night haunts me to this day, I could've died.
I am now free of being a victim, but my mind is not the same.
I will never be the girl i once was, when that man had came.
into my life, I cannot let it go.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ddd Zzz 20 March 2008

Hearts can be mended w. the pieces that are still there. But scares remain and can be reopened w. repeated tugging. 'We use to be so perfect, we use to have that spark. The spark where you gave me butterflies' (This is crazy! i have poems about that... lol)

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