Today
I heard the fire alarm,
The dull blaring from the hall.
I froze
And I waited.
I waited for the follow up.
I was waiting to hear shots
Or the screams of classmates.
Because that is what I expect now,
Despite the fact that I can't recall
Any school shootings in my state
Yet.
Yet.
I am sixteen and I am scared
Of the last thing I hear being
A fire alarm and gunshots.
I am afraid that people will hear the bell
For third period
As I'm carried out of school
On a stretcher or in a body bag.
So, yes.
I am sixteen.
And
Today, I waited.
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Another Poetry Book
PoésieThis is just a way to vent and improve my writing. The photo in the cover is mine. Feel free to comment of message me privately, though if it's rude or generally mean-spirited, you will not get a response. Please be careful while reading, some of th...