
A bomber comes to a small town and attempts to knock it off its feet. The story and thoughts of a member of the town in a poem.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Tragedy - Words: 273 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 11-22-05 - id: 2054133
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Screaming out for others
Looking for the ones you love
Hoping that you survived
The blowing pain
You never thought it would happen
Never thought it possible
That in this little town of people
Could be a killer
Someone out there had a heart so cold
To take the killing device and kill everyone
As blood is everywhere
You can't tell friend from foe
You ask all those around you
If they've seen your loved
All is confused
All doesn't know
What possibly would make
The person who did this do
Wondering questions
Non-answered they all are
But the hope never ends
That the lovers are still alive
You yell for help
But it never comes
If they even know
That you are dying
And the blood drips down your face
And onto the ground
You stare at the red
And wondering why
You slowly sink to the floor
Tired from calling for help
Crying and weeping
And god know what else
Please
If not me
Let my family still be well
A bit dishevelled
But alive still
Praying that you
Survive all the mess
People screaming
Crying
Tears are lost over people no one even knows
Strangers loving strangers
Helping one another
It knocked us off out feet
But brought us close together
It was aimed to make us fall
But we stood back up
And the people hunt for the murders
And somehow pray they never find them
Think all the time
Of the ones they loved
We came together in times of pain
We will not let ourselves be pushed down
We will stand strong
Forever
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