School Shooting poem

School Shooting poem




I lie on my bed
numb,
unemotional,
shocked,
scared.
Fear stains my mind as I reflect
on a placid Tuesday morning
in Claremont.
A usual day in chorus.
We prepare for concerts,
indulging in normal routine.
Carefree... content...
unaware...
A sudden blast startles us.
A chemistry explosion?
Defening eruptions penetrate.
Sinuous voices now
punctuated by gunshots,
the demonic splintering the angelic.
Tick, tick, tick-9:30-
lives are forever changed.
Shock... hysteria....
Why?
The sound of bombs ignite horror through
our veins and send chiils
that pinch the skin like needles.
Some run.
Some stand paralyzed in shock,
numbness engulfing all other
emotions.
Billows of powder now
blanket the hall, creating
ghostly images.
I look through the delicate webs of cotton
and see the fruits of hatred.
Bullets shatter glass
and invade bodies,
as malice sears the the souls of the perpetarators.
A student prays,
another hides in stunned confusion,
a teacher bleeds.
LIke children,
we are helpless-
longing to be in mother's arms.
Screaming... frantic...
Why?
Two faces are plastered against the window.
The hooror in their eyes
strips away my consciousness.
My first instinstict is to run.
I duck as bullets spray the halls.
OUr school is now the grounds of warfare.
Mortal fighting in a field of bombs and bullets.
Weapons that have fallen into the wrong hands
have only one purpose and they are killing us.
All I hear is gunfire.
Crackling, crackling.
Hsmmering, bursting, screaming, ringing, what now?
Too much
Too young
Too soon
So scared
Help us.
I struggle to escape but am slowed
as if trudging through water.
Through the front doors, I see milky clouds
that absorb the sun;
I see golden light and sunburnt pavement.
I cannot get there fast wnough.
I am almost to the door.
A bullet ricochets off the pane.
The glass swirls like a droplet on water,
creating rings that shiver and spread,
shattering as I dash through the door.
All is silent.
I have ecaped hell.
There is a dark room
where ten broken bodies lie
and where others play dead.
Angels embrace the lifeless
and their wings flicker light
against a wall of helpless shadows.
God now wraps His arms around the school
and gathers the souls of the lost.
Time picks up and I am vunerable, insecure.
Who to trust?
OUr haven is destroyed
and we are scattered.
I am angry... numb....
Why?
Are there answers in silence?
Because I am asking and you don't answer.
Or maybe the silence is you listening...