R
Robert Harrison
Guest
The Onlooker
She stood head bowed
shoulders sagged yet
rising quickly
falling just as quickly
to the beat of her sobs
He came from the bar
dead pan face
unheard abuse
one punch
she stopped sobbing
and lay quiet
And I shouted
inside
oh I shouted
but no sound came.
She stood head bowed
shoulders sagged yet
rising quickly
falling just as quickly
to the beat of her sobs
He came from the bar
dead pan face
unheard abuse
one punch
she stopped sobbing
and lay quiet
And I shouted
inside
oh I shouted
but no sound came.