Poem

A bang
that's all I hear
fell from the slippery heights of my home
with no chance of help to come

My head was left a mess
you could hear and feel the drops of red water
 Becoming a small river that rode threw the dirty floor of old paint and concrete
left alone until the sounds of fright rushed through the scenes

Picked up from cold rock
so delightful and nice
My pain drifted from time to time
even though there was no crime