In reverent hope of something dismal
He lays on the floor bleeding from his wounds
Take the knife from his hand
just there to help out where needed.
Standing up from the scene watching everything play out
All over again in my head.
Hiding the knife was easier
Than hiding the pain within my heart.
Concrete has been cleaned of the crime
His body now walking around again
Hoping for a new future
With a different ending.
He never knew I was there
Watching the entire thing play out
Or that I am the reason
She’ll never pay for the crime.
I lost myself that day
In a hope that he wouldn’t exist.
Josephine Ranes 
Very powerful and deep. Beautifully written!
Thank you very much. I almost didn’t post it, now I’m glad I did.
Of course! I really loved it. Thank you for sharing 🙂