Bang.
The sound stuns me.
Bang.
It vibrates around me.
Bang.
It comes closer.
Bang.
Then I feel it.
Whoosh.
The air is sucked from me.
I fall.
The light disappears.
Someone hovers above me.
I meet your eyes.
How could you?
I was innocent.
But I never had a chance.
/////////////////////////////////
This just kind of came to me early in the morning and I had to write it down. It was inspired by the spate of black killings going on at the moment. I feel for those who have lost a loved one that did no wrong, who was discriminated by those around them purely because of their skin colour.
I thought we had gotten past this, accepted all kinds, shared values, but I see how wrong I am now.
- Shantelle
YOU ARE READING
Poetry by Shantelle18
PoesiaThis is a smattering of poetry, old and new. Sometimes the urge to write it too strong to ignore and this is the results of those instances. Some of these poems have a meaning behind them, if they do, I will write a little tag about what motivated m...
