Friday, August 13, 2010

The Boy

The boy
Was found dead in the safety of his bed.
His lips
Were purple, so the rumours said.
His skin
So grey was callous to touch.
A life
At seventeen that never knew much.

*

Sirens
Shrilled to waken all of Newbrook.
Tears
Fell in sympathy for a home shook.
Gasps
As ambulance men removed a large black sack.
The sun
Disappeared as they stowed it in the back.

*

Naïve
Those who believe that this is so unfair.
Death
Forever chooses victims without a care.
Cloaked
He steals in like a thief in the night.
Lays
A finger upon a soul, then takes flight!

*

And sounds
Of mourning travel the channels from next door.
Reality
Comes crashing down - their boy is no more.

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