This is my place

This dark stain on the floorboards

Here I will remain

I cannot forget this stain

It bears the color of blood and misery

I see it still

I killed her on this very spot

The love of my life

I am killing her still

As I relive the past

I draw cold air into a thickened mist

A fog intense as her dying scream—

She screamed in vain

Her voice as sharp as a knife

She is screaming still

Her blood gathered at my feet

Pooling in the color of my shame

It is gathering still

I tried to run from my deed

But I could not escape myself

I am running still

So I took my own life

Here on this spot

At the dark stain on the floorboards

My body died here

But my soul is dying

Still

copyright 2000, M. W. Anderson