A Piece of Poetry: Dirty Water 06.27.13

Dirty Water: By Alisha M. Wielfaert

Tossing and turning in the unwavering morning. Watching the minutes on the clock tick away. The stifling facts that you can't unsee, you can't unknow. irreparable damage. Your mind races. The pain in your chest pounding out of your heart. The sudden emptiness that is left behind.

When did it start?  2 and a half years wasted. Did they just get washed down the drain like dirty water? Can't eat.  Can't sleep.  The scenes true or false play over in my mind. The pounding in my heart mocks me.