The Things They Miss

Swooping down upon them

excitement abounds.

Hearts race, nerves frazzled

but the story ends with what's not found.

Fear of the world and what it will do

driving them to hide.

Tucking things one and all,

hiding things on the inside.

Hyper and funny they become,

worried, scared of the future.

Have they brought themselves to their own doom,

a question, which the answer of which is something about they're unsure?

The feelings within confound

as their secrets, thoughts, and fears race through the mind.

Dread fills the air around,

dread of what they pray nobody will ever find.

The timing was off when the sirens did wale,

they fought to get away.

Not fast enough, realizing that they did fail,

today wasn't their day, no how no way.

To the fever that boiled,

to the hearts' beat so hard,

the lives they've spoiled,

they took things too far.

Down, alone, in a tiny little hell,

with nobody to help them,

they heard the toll of the bell,

their loved ones not to see them again,

as their souls departed alone from that wretched jail cell.

They died alone because of their personal hell,

people that were trusted forgetting to watch,

forgetting nobody should die alone in a tiny jail cell.