I found her in a phone booth <br />Dressed in jammies and a jacket <br />Eyes brimming with tears <br />Goose-egg lump on her head <br />Blood around her mouth <br />From where he'd popped her <br /> <br />There she was...a frail little thing <br />Shaking from the cold... <br />Or from fear... <br />I never exactly know which <br /> <br />So she told me <br />That he had done this <br />Several times before <br />But she just couldn't take any more <br />So she'd left...in slippers...she'd left <br /> <br />And I felt the bile that is anger <br />Rise up in me <br />And I felt myself thinking <br />That I could offer a final solution <br />To all of her problems <br />And it would be cheap and tidy <br />Well...ok...maybe not so tidy... <br /> <br />But then my conscience <br />Got the best of me <br />And I took her some place safe <br />And part of me half said a prayer <br />That maybe in his drunken rage <br />Buddy might just slip up <br />And turn his anger on himself... <br />Instead of on her... <br />And he would do us all a favour <br /> <br />Dee Daffodil (HW) March 1,2007<br /><br />Dee Daffodil<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-found-her/
