Two stories intertwined
Both left unfinished
Closed by their father's actions
Never to be opened again.
Trapped inside each heart wrenching novel
Is a depressed poor soul
Living in fear every day,
Hiding from their creator
Quietly waiting
Never growing too attached
They saunter through the playground
Wanting all the torment to stop
Speaking in hushed whispers
Always looking over their shoulders
Expecting to see him,
To ruin their short lived lives
Lightning crackles
Thunder booms
Inside he creeps
Tip-toeing to their rooms
In the night,
He escapes with them
Locking them into seat belts
That would chain them to this world
Sirens scream in the distance
The last sound that echoes in their ears
Before all feeling is lost,
Before all memory is forgotten.
Police open fire,
The car veers off the road
It's intertia too strong to overcome
They're met with the grove of trees
The sky once dark, gets blacker still
As the smoke slowly rises
Carrying two souls up into the night
Providing the cliffhanger end.
I wrote this poem after the two young boys that died in a car accident last summer. They were on the run from their father and he had found them after searching. At night he bounded up their grandma and kidnapped them. The police found the car and chased it on the freeway but he swerved off the road to try and escape. Unfortunately the car hit a tree and both the father and both sons were killed. They were my younger brother's friends and they were always very quiet and shy.
