Sunday, September 5, 2010
We were three (Poem)
We were three.
To start with, we were a gang of
Three. There was John, and Tom,
And of course,
We were walking along by the river
When John said to me, I have a sore knee,
So go ahead,
So Tom and I, we left John behind and
Ran along the river, soon giddy in our games
We hardly heard the
When we found John – or what was
Left of him, at least,
I was sick. I felt ashamed, but I
As I was sick, Tom took charge. I’ll go
For help, he said. He had only just
Left when I heard him
Scream as well.
Already dismembered when I got there,
No sign of the culprit, but I knew
That whoever had killed John and Tom
Would come after me too.
I slept with one eye open, carried weapons
When I could. Stopped even believing
In good. I hoped to stay safe
I am old now, and John and Tom
Are long gone. But I have never forgotten
The blood by the river that day. So I know,
Whoever it was, will come for me too.
A little poem for you to enjoy this Sunday afternoon, especially if you're planning any riverside walks, hehe! (Once again, post is scheduled so I may not get a chance to reply to comments until Monday, but please leave some anyway, I really appreciate them!)