This poem is about the Virginia Tech incident... It is not a personal experience. |
Walking the halls, Listening for a clue, The ring of your locker slamming shut Or the soft thud of your shoes, echoing all around. I sit and I wait, watching for you, In the brightest place I know. This hall smells of sweet flowers, Always reminding me of you. Using the strength I know I need to have I fight the tears that threaten to fill my eyes. I see your smile, so bright against the pain, The blood running down your shirt, Staining the ground on a day of fear. You lie awake smiling up at me, I scream and cry for you stay here, with me. The boy with the gun quickly left the room, To terrorize more friends like you. I remember the fear in your eyes as you looked at me, Telling me everything would be okay, Smiling as you died on the cold floor of the classroom. I know you are gone and yet I wait, Needing to hear your footsteps or The ring of your locker slamming shut, Instead, I hear the cries of those all around when they realize Just how many are gone. While I watch for you in this bright hallway, Wishing I could see your smile, I sit here wondering what will happen next. |