in the darkness of her room, <br />carming her self, <br />she has been raped, <br />bashed, <br />and cut all over, <br />shes telling her self, <br />that there is no help for her now, <br />her lover was dead, <br />she had no family, <br />no life, <br />and no one to help her, <br />she was all alone, <br /> <br /> <br />then there was a knock at the door, <br />she ran for it, <br />she got there, <br />it was the doctor who help her love and her-self, <br />he said, <br />your husband die of a Disease, <br />a poison had killed him, <br />for one of his knifes, <br />he told her to stop or she might be the same, <br /> <br />as he walked away, <br />she walked back inside, <br />with a smile on her face, <br />she was pleased, <br />that her husband did not kill himself, <br />and that there was somebody who cared, <br /> <br />she started to think, <br />about was the docter had said, <br />should she stay the same, <br />or change to a everyday person, <br />she was thinking, <br />and thinking, <br />the she said, <br />I will...<br /><br />Harley Morriss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-blood-black-tears-part-4/
