Sirens screeching ever closer
strike a chill into the cool calm night,
shattering peaceful sleeping
as speeding vehicles stream past.
Neighbours glued to television sets
tut impatiently turning volume up
drawing curtains tight as if
to block out the ill of this night.
They are talking but she cannot hear
blood trickles slowly down
a stream of drowned emotions
as they shake their heads.
When they pull the blanket over
few words are said, not a case
of too late more compounded mistake
nobody heard her silent scream.
Finally free from her hollow
shell world the smiling mask
slipped off once more, after
her skull struck the stone floor.
Gently they carry her out
she is not there, she had already
crossed beyond the silver stream
running free as she had always dreamed.
This was not how she had planned
to leave but now in this place
where he could not follow, maybe
it had been her final chance for peace.