2:00
i’m sitting in class
it’s almost time to go
i wanna be home
i’m sitting it my seat
learning abt the things i’ll forget in a heartbeat
2:07
we’re getting closer now
just 3 minutes to go
the teachers stopped teaching
and i’ve stopped writing
i go to book my books away
-Boom Boom-
sounds like a grenade
My classmates all staring
asking the question with their eyes
“what was.. that”
-Boom Boom-
hear it again, getting louder this time
2:10
we hear the bell ring
it’s time to go but no one moves a thing
we’re frightened, terror in our eyes
we finally know what the sound is
it’s a gun, i know it for sure
someone’s out there taking innocent lives
the teacher moves to the door
locking it shut and turning of the lights
we move to the back
but there ain’t enough room
I’m sitting quietly looking around
i should be safe as long as i stay right here
-Boom Boom-
It’s right next to us now
Glass is shattering
and screams insue
i look down
i can’t see there faces
body’s fall
the numbers rise
before i know it
i’m down too
my best friend screams
Don’t take her
of all the people in the world
please not her
It’s too late though
I’m a goner
My breathings getting harder
I look at my friend
memories flash
all the times i took for granted
when we were like ten
i smile when i see her one last time
I love you, i tell her
then i close my eyes
What do you know
I remember what i learned in class today
but i got no heartbeats left to say Hurray
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Author:
Julianna (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem means a lot to me because of all the innocent victims in gun violence every day
- Category: Sad
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ANGELA HERE - HI JULIANNA - Welcome to MPS you will find it is a good site ! Thanks for sharing you first Poem it is awesome. It pulsates with rythm & action as becomes the tragic content. As a Young Lady you have shared the horror of the Subject very well and painted a word picture that is both graphic and salutary ~ AMEN. In American there is one gun for every person and School Shootings are increasingly common. Your Poem is all the more tragic because it was *Time to go Home !*
I wanna go home - 3 minutes to go - we hear the bell ring - BOOM BOOM - its a gun ! - I should be safe in my seat ? - bodies fall - Im down too - memories flash - then I close my eyes - I remember what I learned in class today - but I got no heartbeats left to say HURRAY - AMEN
Oooooo JULIANNA - This is so so moving that Im crying now thinking of the horror and the aftermath as your Parents are informed that their beautiful Daughter is in Paradise - BUT - NOT COMING HOME NO MORE ! A tragedy we must never take for granted - AMEN !
Guns are illegal in the UK but if President Trump read this he would be much less GUNG HO about the freedom of every American to posess a GUN ! Why not send Him a copy ? Thanks for caring - more Poems please. Ive saved this as a fave ! Im a Physiotherapist and part of my job is getting GUN & KNIFE victims mobile again !
Blessings & Peace & Joy
Yours Angela 🧡🤍💙
I share this site with my Fiance Brian
Please check out our site thanks A & B !
Heart felt piece full of emotion.
sad reality here in America.
The subtle sarcasm at the very end really seals in the reality of this situation.
Keep writing!
This poem really moved me. It actually made me well up, amazing work
What a wonderful write Julianna, it is so awful that there are people in this world that want to harm others. May love come to our world.
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