Regrets eating into my heart – thinking. <br />Into my mind my worries are gently sinking. <br />I open my eyes, all I see is night. <br />It's as if my emotion has closed off all light. <br />As I ponder my choice her mournful face is here, <br />Eyes wide open with panic, horror and fear, <br />Her tormentor looms above me in a flash, <br />Tongue lashing, calling her 'slag' and 'trash'. <br />I had fled as the usual hate did start, <br />I feel longing growing in my heart. <br />My silence is punctured by whispered threats <br />I weep and mutter 'so much for regrets'. <br />If I had stood up, fate she could avoid <br />could have escaped her being destroyed. <br />The longing grows and the pain intenses. <br />I remember her losing all her defences. <br />That’s it, enough, I can't take any more <br />I finally run out of the kitchen door, <br />the moon glares down with accusing eye. <br />In my mind I hear her desperate cry, <br />the rain softly caresses my hair <br />Like the tears she once wept, it isn't fair. <br />I round the corner and there graves loom, <br />Words spelling out the inhabitants doom. <br />I cross to the newest, full of dread <br />I can’t believe she’s really dead. <br />Shrouded in veils of fragrant petals <br />her final resting place where she settles <br />finally freed of her raging fear <br />why she did it is perfectly clear. <br />The thought of a kitchen knife hits me hard <br />as I stand in the cold, moonlit graveyard. <br />Now she will never dread her waking, <br />I can’t stop myself from shaking. <br />I wonder if I had not walked away, <br />would she still be here today?<br /><br />Steffi Webster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-stander/
