poem i wrote.


I left it on.
I left the light on.
Before it was on, I hoped he had gone.
When I turned the light on,
And the darkness had gone.
I knew-
I’d be dead before dawn.

When the cold had come,
When it ran down my arm,
It had come like a shock.
My body was numb,
Like a cold steel alarm,
Bound to the floor.
Though there wasn’t a lock.

My throat had gone dry.
My cry came as whimpers.
I couldn’t ask why
Its face crept upon me.
I couldn’t explain
(Though I try in last breaths)
How it said it would kill me.

Before the sun broke.
Before clouds that were red!
When a surreal being took
My life, I was dead.