As I Watch My Death ... I Try To Understand Why

by Unseen Exposure   Feb 23, 2005




- This is a story, and yes, it's pretty long. Enjoy!! -

You took what little faith I had in trust and threw it at the sky
I got down on my knees and begged for you to once again try
You hit me with the hardest hand and let out a foul yell
You said that it was all my fault and I'd end up in hell
I pleaded with you to forgive me, I promised I'd follow the rules
Then you backhanded me with hate and said "You faithless fool!"

I wake up laying in the grass not knowing how I ended up here
All I know is that it hurts to breathe and there's faces of fear
I can't remember the actions that led up to the shining light I see
But the ending to this tragedy is one you can't for-see ...

It was late one evening in December, the snow was heavy and falling
We listened to the carols, "Hark the Harald angels are calling"
I remember faintly, the smell of the potpourri inside the dish
Looking up at the moon, and making my one last wish
I didn't know it would be my last, I didn't think this night would end in death
But I remember fighting hard for my last and final breath

I remember I was sitting on the couch wrapped up by the fire
When he came running in and hit me, screaming, calling me a liar
The impact threw me off the couch and against the hot stove
I hit my forehead on the side of it and I felt the rush of pain in my bones

I was too confused to know what was going on, too hurt to understand
I just remember him screaming words at me, grabbing at my hand
Lifting me from the ground and shoving me repetitively back down
Everything seems so vivid now, but I remember falling hard on the ground

He took me outside and threw me, I fell like the falling snow
He picked up his loaded 45 magnum, I heard just one silent blow
It lodged itself inside my heart, the last word I heard was "Die"
So I followed on command, and I didn't question the reason why

Now I'm back to where I started, but the evidence seems lost and wrong
It doesn't make sense to me how I ended up dead and fled and gone
I always did what he told me, I always played the part
But somehow, now, I have a silver bullet locked in my heart

I'm soon to find out the reason, but I'm still afraid to know
So I watch from where I stand, and watch it all occur below
I see myself sitting on the couch, humming the tunes of the night
When suddenly and enraged man comes into plain sight
I see him grab me and throw me, I feel the pressure from his grip
I feel the hit from the back of his hand, I feel the blood on my lip

Once again he screams at me, and calls me a lying w*ore
That part all seems new to me, I didn't remember that before

So I keep watching ...

As I look back down I see him throw me out into the cold
He grabs my arm and screams and me and says that I'm too bold
Thats when I get on my knees and beg for one more chance
I say I never meant to hurt him, and I watch this in a trance
I see him reach behind his pocket and load the gun before my eyes
As I let out malicious billows, deceived and hurtful cries

He says he can't be with me, I'm cheater, I can't be trusted
And with that he cocks the gun back and the bullet is thrusted
I watch myself keel over as the bullet hits my bloody chest
The alcohol created illusions in his mind and did infest
But I ended up dead, with false accusations and I watched it from the clouds...
Now this is where my story ends, I had to get my story out ...

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  • 19 years ago

    by pinkalias

    wow, you said you were disappointed with this, I don't know why
    I love how you told this story, especially from the point of view of a deceased watching her own death take placed along with the confusion she has witnessed through the justification through her death which she has yet to have portrayed itself. and the way you discribe the cruelty and rage set off by the man was intesifying and extremely well put. I especially admired the line,
    "You took what little faith I had in trust and threw it at the sky"
    I love how you wrote that. Beautiful job

  • 19 years ago

    by Shalisa

    I thought that this was really good! I enjoyed reading it! Check out some of mine if you get time..
    shalise

  • 19 years ago

    by Momentary Relapse

    Nice. It is brilliant. The length didn't matter what you wrote did.

  • 19 years ago

    by HOLLY ARMER

    Wow, this is such a tragic tale! You wrote it brilliantly! I loved the attention to detail...keep it up~Holly