If she slept
It would haunt her
The sounds that she heard
A constant nightmare
Standing in her grey eyes
A slamming door
Is all she remembers
She thought that he was getting better
Apparently not cuz' he's gone now
But she hadn't heard the noises that
Told her
He's hurting himself in the shower
He's trying to hide tears with running sink water
She gets it
Knows what it's like
...
He tried to save me
And I tried to save him too
But we both failed
Sorry to disappoint you
I know you will be mad and upset
But you'll welcome me back
With open arms
When I see you on the flip side
I'm sorry friends
I'm sorry family
I'm sorry to continue the tragedy
Goodbye
YOU ARE READING
Glass
Poetrya collection or a grouping or a gathering or even an anthology, if you will, of poetry. Now edited and revamped, this volume of work is complete in my eyes, but I have a new and similar book I will be working on called Something Else Out There
