Before Tomorrow

Before Tomorrow

A Poem by Apebble

Eight days before tomorrow,

I walked up to your side

I asked how you were,

You smiled and said 'alright'

I took your word,

Went away and let you be

While you were dying inside.


Seven days before tomorrow,

You walked by in the hall,

I gave you a smile,

As you glanced back at me

I knew you weren't okay,

Something wasn’t right,

But I just let you be


Six days before tomorrow,

You sat next to me that day

Your voice was quiet,

Remaining nearly silent,

Didn't eat a thing on your plate.

Even though I asked several times,

You said you just weren't hungry


Five days before tomorrow,

I saw you running up to me

Your eyes looked like glass,

Red at the sides.

Your was face tattered black,

By the bruises of your own admission


Four day before tomorrow,

I saw your head wrapped in your arms

I thought you were asleep,

But you were waiting for someone,

Someone to see if you were alright

No one ever came, you left at the bell

With tear stains on your sleeves


Three days before tomorrow,

I saw you leaning against the wall,

You got up and left,

But that wasn't all.

Up on your sleeve, right in the middle

A stain of red seeped through,

From the lashes you gave the night before


Two days before tomorrow,

My phone ringed to your line,

The hour was late, running at 10:57

And I was too busy to listen,

I moved it back to silent

I didn't want to waste my time,

But now I see that I wouldn't


One day before tomorrow,

I didn't see you that day

It was quiet 'round town,

No one knew what to say.

You handed in your resignation,

With a scribbled letter and a bullet,

Marked dead at 10:58

© 2013 Apebble


Author's Note

Apebble
I may or may not edit this for rhyme and flow. I personally don't care much atm :(

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Wow! This floored me. I have been close to this experience. The subtle signals the sullen give away. We pick up on it, are not quite sure, until it's too late and we're left with what ifs. A beautiful, heartbreaking painful and well crafted write.

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Apebble

10 Years Ago

Yea, this is a painful topic for anyone to go through. Luckily I have no firsthand experience with a.. read more

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Hi all :) I go by apebble, but you can call me almost any variation of apebble you wish (peb, pebs, pebbles, ape, etc.)...just don't call me apple :P As for myself as a writer: I write generally.. more..

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