Gunshot

He's trying hard not to sleep
While tears pour down his face,
For he's scared of that final beat
Of his heart against his hand.

Smells of smoke fill the air,
And he makes himself look 'round.
The gun's still tossed away,
Lying silent on the ground.

A sob bubbles in his chest
And he lets out a silent cry.
He's tired, but will not rest,
For he's afraid to die.

He lies there in the rain.
Blood and water soak his skin.
His vision starts to blur,
And he begins to cry again.

This time he's not silent,
And a light is shined upon him.
He hears a shout for help,
And then telephones are calling.

He hears the sirens wailing
When the ambulance arrives.
But now his heart is failing,
His soul crawling towards the skies.

He's put onto a stretcher,
And then loaded into the van.
The bystanders are watching,
Hoping he gets a chance.

The doctors start their rushing
To try and save him fast,
But they know that he's fading,
And that he might not last.

It ended in the ambulance,
With the boy as his eyes grew dim.
He let out a shuddering breath,
And then never breathed again.