gunshots ring in the air
shouts, screams, yells for help
the hallway is full of traitors
friends now betrayers
they all have guns
and walk the halls
then raise their weapons
and shoot
bangbangbangbangbangbangbang
on and on and on they go
try to save as many people as possible
make a run for the windows
shatter the glass with my fist
blood everywhere
and then we jump
wake up
it was just a dream
no blood in sight
no smoke in the air
no screams or dying breaths
but I can still hear them
and they haunt me
still
YOU ARE READING
Poems of the lost
PoetryHere are some random poems I write when I feel like it. I hope you enjoy. p.s. the cover image isn't mine
