Monster

In the raw and bloody sunrise
they will find you
in the hushed and tidy stillness
of your room.

You said do not help.
Do not ask.
None of your damn business.

Despising your own weakness
you rejected every haven,
preferring the uneasy chill
of barren lands.

Turn away
behind drawn shades.
Endure alone your crumbled soul.

When they come to say
they found you broken,
I'll weigh cold words upon my lips
and say I knew, I knew.

They'll shake their heads
and shred my heart
with questions.

I'll have no excuse
on that bleak day,
except to say that I was here
and you refused to come.


This is a Three Word Wednesday post.