A/N: I had to do a poetry anthology for my creative writing class and this is my favorite poem that i wrote. It's kind of depressing and does deal with some pretty serious topics so, you've been warned. Oh and see if you can guess the characters...
Too Little, Too Late
The angry red mark mocks you
She looks you right in the eye,
and lies.
She tells you it was an accident,
The dog head-butted her in the eye.
You don't listen.
There's no point.
As long as she's
Under his hand,
She'll never be free
When she sees the fire
Burning behind the pain in your eyes,
She dies a little more.
You reach out your hand to her
But she turns away in shame.
As you watch her walk away
You know you
are the only one to blame.
When the phone rang
You weren't surprised.
And when you saw
Her blood on him
You knew he made sure
She was his to the end.