Bri Marie Ormsbee
And I'M Sorry I Wasn'T There. - Poem by Bri Marie Ormsbee
The following last deafening pages.
Cold and empty falling to the ground.
The previous pages show happiness, love, and care.
Then further down the road it turns to hate and despair.
Why didn’t I see this coming?
I could’ve helped, I should have been there.
I realized far too late.
That this never-ending building hate.
Would slowly bring you to this tragic fate.
Your bruises and cuts on the outside weren’t hard to miss.
Why couldn’t I see the ones that layed in the abyss?
You are my best friend, no matter what happens in the end.
I’ll be that helping hand.
The one I should’ve held out before.
I’ve been waiting for you.
I’ll pull you back up off your knees.
And you’ll see you’ll be able to walk again.
I’m ready to listen.
I can hear your desperate plea.
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