In The Hands of Another

That day I felt her pulling,
pulling beyond her strength.
I turn to a faint whispered,
in a sea of mixed breaths.
My face a portrait of crimson,
I fall to a bed of concrete.
Through half closed eyes,
her outstretched hand fades.

She is scooped up,
thick beard scratching her face.
Her deafening screams now heard
I act quickly
Stumbled into action,
instincts take over.
Swift feet crumble the ground,
the air smashing against my face.

Waiting in anxious solitude,
waiting to catch up.
He is too fast.
as I fall to my knees,
I utter a lowly plea.
“Don’t take my daughter, She’s all I have!”
Life still flowing from my nose,
my worst fear realized.

I hear a distant scream,
and my heart explodes.