In rememberance of the Columbine tragedy. (Form: Free Verse) |
Legacy In the aftermath, vanilla scented innocence whispers, heard only by tendrils of graying gun smoke. A small voice bears whimpering witness to unspeakable happenings, too tainted to disrupt the vacant stares from thousands of miles away. Shattered nescience mixes with blood, flowing over echoing floors once filled with childish laughter. The scurry of footsteps, too late, break the silence within the fractured halls of a breached safe zone... and the hearts of those who wait. The small voice is amplified in a thousand screaming questions which descend and tighten on this place like a new chain. Words will soon erupt from the awed mouths of those who felt bullets rain down... They will be screamed by the quivering parents whose thoughts will be forever tortured by what has been; by what could have been... From miles around, these words will be cried, whispered, called out in pain and agony as thirteen stolen lives flash across the world... leaving only a silent question: "Where can we be safe?" Notes Prompt: The Columbine tragedy. An entry for Week 5 "Invalid Item" Thank you for taking time to read my work. I would appreciate it if you'd take a moment and leave a comment. Reactions, criticisms, thoughts... all are equally welcome. Ken |