A Boys Quest

A Boys Quest

He dodges the bullets as he runs down the street,
Turning each corner never knowing whom he’ll meet.

His heart pounding furiously ready to burst,
He stays alive by being paranoid and fearing the worst.

Hearing incoming shells, he dives through a door,
Looking for cover, hugging the floor.

Shells impact near throwing dust in the air,
He mutters to the gods hoping they still care.

Dusting himself off and carefully looks around,
Searching for movement, listening to every little sound.

Continuing his journey; he has a mission to do,
He won’t give up; he’ll see it through.

Getting to the place where he knows it will be,
Searching around quickly, carefully, furiously.

After finding what he came for he’s holding it tight,
He now has to get back before the end of the night.

Sticking to the shadows he nears journeys end,
Only one last street, one last bend.

But someone has seen him and is taking their aim,
For the boy is the prey in this tragic game.

The last thing he hears is the supersonic crack,
His body goes limp, his head twisted back.

He falls to the ground opening his hand,
His quest falls beside him in the bullet ridden land.

And many weeks later at the spot where he fell,
A woman is looking for things to sell.

Picking it up she’ll get a good price at her market stall.
The boy’s younger sisters favourite ragged doll.

Sean