Just another statistic on some crime list

a short poem about being another statistic

As I open my eyes, look up to the skies

My mind deceives me but tells no lies

A blow to the head, my blood running red

My attacker fixated on breaking my head

Another blow to the face, it stings like mace

I hope he finishes with lots of haste

Curled up in a ball, feeling so small

My pride now in tatters, feeling a fool

It seems this trend, might be my end

Theres no reason to pretend

I’m a victim, an innocent, not deserved of this

Just another statistic on some crime list

Author's Note

I'm quite happy with this, hope the reader can feel what the victim is and then the sense with his end realisation

Reviews

[Frozen Snow]

I love how your poetry just flows so well! I can really tell what's going through the victim's mind!