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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