Shattering the fragile peace of sleep <br />sirens, sharp and sinister startle the senses. <br />Flashing blue lights glitter ball the bedroom <br />luring the silhouettes into revealing themselves. <br /> <br />looming closer and louder until a sudden silence <br />tells us of their arrival, we rise, slowly we pull <br />back the curtains even to see but not to be seen. <br /> <br />shimmering in its whiteness the amubulance <br />attracts both the street light and our sight <br />'it's Jim' you say in a half knowing tone. <br />'we should go down he lives alone' <br /> <br />scooping up the nearest item of warmth <br />gathering our senses we drift downstairs. <br />the street is packed, half sleeping spectators <br />neck streched, mouths mouthing for news. <br /> <br />coaking open the half hanging gate we <br />enter the house for the first time, instantly <br />aware of the troubled life you hardly live. <br /> <br />a crowd of cups gathered next to the tattered <br />tassels of the foot of the armchair overflow <br />with over inhaled cigarettes, week old bread <br />dotted with mould crunches under our feet. <br /> <br />Through the gap of green legs under the avacodo <br />sink his bone sharp knees can be seen <br />'What type of medication does he take' <br />I'm sorry we have never spoken nor met.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-introduction-to-life-loss-love-and-death/
