Disaster On A Cold Night

A gathering of friends to ease the pain,
Perhaps a drink or two involved.
Set out to put my mind to rest,
But what was to happen, who could have foretold?
No one will ever know.

Now sitting here, her head pressed in my lap
As the bitter cold of the night crushes my body
Wanting to help an old friend in a time of need
Set to only watch as scavengers begin to feed.
But no one will ever know.

The cold drilling through my skin
As I give up my coat to help keep her warm
Feeling helpless to help others
Only able to watch, as other events of ruin dawn
Yet no one will know.

Disaster to tragedy
Friends to foes
And through it all
My only aim to help those close to me.

Now broken down, my head pressed into her
Already torn with thoughts of anxiety
And in the silence of the night
No one will know,
…Why I, cry

Mark Poole ©
25th August 2006