Fallen

• Helen Regas, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2011

the sound of her tears hitting the floor
the sound of my father closing the door
the sound of the rain
blocking screams of pain
as he pushes her against the wall
to fall
down she goes, but doesn't belong
she is far too strong
I watch her cry and plead 
there she sits to bleed
I can't get it out of my head
before I know it, I too am dead