Dark sunday
by roovacrag
Posted: Sunday, October 19, 2003 Word Count: 103 Summary: memory of a young man on a bank holiday sunday. |
Holiday Sunday.
All was calm,easy day.
Enjoy a drink in peace.
Then peace was torn apart.
Screaming,shouting,cries of fear.
What was happening we didn't hear.
People running,faces of horror.
What was to come was only sorrow.
A group of youths fleeing the scene.
One clutching his chest it seemed.
Woman crying,helping him walk.
Red stain on his shirt all soaked.
The screaming continued,they staggered across.
Dragging the youth at all cost.
He fell to the floor,arms flying.
The youth slumped,he was dying.
Shouting continued,police arrived.
Too late the youth had died.
A stab through his vest.
Penetrated his chest.
Holiday Sunday. no more.
All was calm,easy day.
Enjoy a drink in peace.
Then peace was torn apart.
Screaming,shouting,cries of fear.
What was happening we didn't hear.
People running,faces of horror.
What was to come was only sorrow.
A group of youths fleeing the scene.
One clutching his chest it seemed.
Woman crying,helping him walk.
Red stain on his shirt all soaked.
The screaming continued,they staggered across.
Dragging the youth at all cost.
He fell to the floor,arms flying.
The youth slumped,he was dying.
Shouting continued,police arrived.
Too late the youth had died.
A stab through his vest.
Penetrated his chest.
Holiday Sunday. no more.