two accounts of 7/7


On The Train

Keep your eyes low
and whisper your prayers
this is for the best
....right?

My family at home
i can picture them now
i wonder what they would think of me now
their son
i hear my dad in the shop
the sound of cooking in the back

But here i am
on the train
people around me

Nervously i look to the others
and their nervousness shown
knowing what's on my back
prickling hairs on my neck

A few teens away from me
a lover amongst them
buisness men all in a line
some people listening to personnal music
so ordinary
and we're going to ruin this

Breathe once
breathe twice
BANG!!
BANG!
BANG
BOOOOOOM!!!

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OH MY GOD!
there's so much blood everywhere
in flashes of electricity
i move the dead limbs
littered everywhere
a hand with rings
and bracelets.

I hear screams, crying and moans
from all the other passengers

I struggle free of the carnage
and out into the black
feeling my way against the wet wall
breaking rat bodies beneath my feet
their squeaks as their death is squashed out of them
resound in my head along with the shouts for help
the pleas from mothers to take their children
lying motionless on the floor

Running water down my face
is it blood, sweat or tears?
at last i climb out into the open
and all hell above steals the breath from my chest

Women, men and children
scattered limbs in daylight
some childs lunchbox split open

Someone wraps a towel around me
and puts me in the back of a ambulance
and everything doesn't seem to matter
from that moment on

Minutes ago
i was thinking
of if i could get my course work in on time
and now, i can't think of anything
the shock on peoples faces
the death surrounded
in the capital which everyone loves
how
why
start to flood through my head.




Poetry by jacy
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Written on 2005-10-24 at 00:24

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