Turn Your Back Poem by Isaak DeMaio

My head met the pavement,
bouncing up and down,
you stood there watching me,
drowning and choking on my blood.
It dripped down my cheeks,
like a rush down a waterfall,
a sweet and sour taste,
infected bacteria on the street.
I couldn't tell if you were crying,
from hysteric laughter of my demise,
or a cry from the fear of what you just saw,
but walking away only meant one thing:
you're always going to turn your back on the ones you loved.