Mistakenly Human (Poetry)

The After Effect

When you look at me.

I can see the pain that sets you free.

Those piercing eyes that linger,

That fast tapping of a finger.

At home,

You’re alone.

You’re falling,

Against the wall.

Your knees to your head,

The words, they mislead.

And through the small of a whisper,

Your words cold as winter,

You’re begging for help,

The noise, the yelps.

I try as hard as I can,

The trembling began.

The phone call,

Of another fall.

Your voice,

Saying it’s your choice.

The tears,

That hide my fears.

The tremble,

That resemble.

The pain that sets you free,

I beg and ask for you to stop,

My words you let drop.

I plead,

Run as far as you can, runaway.

But please take that blade away.

But again as I try,

You begin to lie.

Screaming on the phone,

Wishing you weren’t alone.

I’ll offer to come over,

But you’re not sober.

And you won’t let me see,

Or let me hear you breathe,

The noise that slurs,

The breath that blurs.

How confused you must be,

finding love in the blood that you bleed

And I’ll drive once again,

To stop you from sin.

But as I near,

I begin to fear.

That you’ve already started,

And you’ll be departed.

The pedal pushed down harder,

All I hear is your voice getting louder.

Lights becoming to mix,

The time that ticks.

I begin to shake,

As I don’t slow to brake.

You’re a poison to my veins,

The sadness that maintains,

Your voice replaying,

Of the words you were saying.

Horns blaring,

Eyes staring.

Speeding down the road,

As I implode

My mistake,

My chest about to break

Seconds from the end,

I extend,

To see the red and white lights,

Rushing to your driveway, middle of night.

Where I was a minute from

My whole body numb,

I see through the shattered window,

You being carried out into the stretcher,

I couldn’t be your hero.

A black covering being zipped,

The steering wheel I gripped,

And in my last breath,

“Im sorry for your death.”