the man who ran

Gather around and listen while I speak.
Every legend has some myth and truth to it.
Every story has different sides to it.
This the truth no one wanted to believe for generation long before I was born.

Headphones on and marching straight on.
A man walking on his way home.
Thinking of his beautiful girlfriend by the name of hope.
The women who stole his heart and resided in his soul.
Walking on a boulevard besides a very high wall.
A group of man running and laughing passed him by.
He knew something was wrong because some of them were covered in blood.
He ran as fast as he can to the bush near by.
He was stunned by what he saw there.
A young women lying in a poll of blood.
Phones were scares back then.
But he remembered something at the back of his mind.
He saw an ambulance somewhere along this road.
He figured it can't be far away.
So he turned around, running like death followed him.
With the image of that women in the back of his mind.
He ran so fast as he can until he made there.
He found the ambulance and told them what she saw.
So he took them to the scene and when they got, the women covered with blood and her dressed torn to pieces.
With a slash across her face, she had passed out.
The paramedics told him to report the matter to the police.
When the women woke up the man who ran wasn't there.
A few years went by and his obsession of looking for a women who was covered in blood.
Drove him crazy, he even lost his dear hope.
Only if he knew the hospital she was taken to, only if he knew the address to her home,
He would have found peace and maybe might have not lost a women who resided in his soul.
This is the story of the man who ran away.