Robbery

Well I lie here battered and bruised

So scared stiff and so confused

Can not speak, body is sore

What happened, tell me I implore

My ribs are broke, my body numb

Of my wife, what has become

We’ve been together forty years

Oh god, I remember stop the tears

The noise we heard as we lay in bed

The shouting, then pain in my head

I watched in vain as they beat her skull

And at her hair they began to pull

Money they wanted, but none we had got

So they beat her more, what could I do? What?

I am not the man I used to be

Age has taken its toll on me

All I could do was wait my turn

As the anger inside me made me burn

The nurses look sad and a policeman stands

And at last I finally understand

My wife is gone. I am all alone

From my swollen lips there escapes a moan

My world is finished nothing left for me

I want to die, I hope they see

©sonofdel 2011

Wrote this because I read all the time of old people being beaten, robbed, mugged even raped.  Its a sad world and I cant even begin to think how they must feel when these events happen.  I also can't and don't want to imagine how it makes the protagonists feel either.  Again sorry for sensitive nature of poem.