Annie

He came into my apartment,

Before I knew it he struck me,

On the floor I lay blood on the carpet.

I try to scream,

They want to know if I was ok,

I could not say,

For I lay bleeding, dying on my bedroom floor.

 He stood over me, struck me again.

They are asking but I could not say that I wasn’t ok.

I lay there dying, struck down on the bedroom floor.

 He left in a hurry.

They keep asking, “Annie, are you okay? Are you ok, Annie?”

I am not, I’m dying, I want to cry out in pain.

But I make no sound or movement.

 I was never okay.

I’m tired of the questions, the wondering.

Come see for yourself if I’m okay.

Because I’m dying here on the floor, alone.