LOCKER DOORS
Woke this morning, I argued with my mother
Hating the snow days, stay under the covers
Gathered up my backpack, headed to the car
Did not do my homework, schools not too far
Dreading the normal bullies, homeroom fights
Walking in a hallway, standing in the lunch line
Friends text behind your back, liars of all types
Money is stolen, cheerleaders get more hyped
Ordinary day, ******* waste of my **** time
Pencils sharpening, I'm out of my **** mind!
I watch these girls, sick of stupid *** fashion!
Wish something new or exciting would happen!
Sitting in first period, Having my first period
Feeling like Carrie, blood stains get very wet
Listening to the teacher talk about due things
While hiding the fact that my ****** is puking
Then all of a sudden, a loud bang was heard
Followed by a females scream, kinda absurd
Who is now screaming and for what reason?
Is this a joke? Is someone out there teasing?
But then this loud bang is heard again closer
Students start running toward the commotion
The metal door slams open, a figure appears
He's holding a shotgun, he looks like a queer
His eyes hold fire of intense pain and anguish
Hands grip the gun, this is some insane ****
Nobody is moving as he breathes in and out
Then he unloads the gun into a friends mouth
Then as if in slow motion, her face erupted
I had to get out of this classroom, **** this!
The gun goes off again with disgusting results
Another female student lies dead with a hole
Make a run for a door, while his back's turned
The gun is so loud, every one here has heard
Students running every which way in the hall
Tripping over two dead kids, first two to fall
I run over to see if I recognize the deceased
Yes! I know one well! Her nickname was Beast
She was a goth kid, known for being so silent
She kept to herself, now killed due to violence
No time for sorrow, as I go through her purse
The students are screaming as they disperse
Lip stick and the works! This ***** was a fake
Toss the **** aside, hope all her stuff breaks!
I look in the hall, a gunman's coming this way
Now running down the hall, death in his wake
I get back up trying to make sense of this ****
Two gun shots ring out, another student is hit
My eyes make contact with the killer at large
Cold stares meets mine, he remains in charge
I look away, back up the hall towards safety
The teachers board room will still open daily
Maybe I could hide under a table or chair?
It would pass but would he know I was there?
He doesn't know me! Right? I'm too scared
As ***** flows freely down my legs, now bare
Kids panicking as the blood stains the doors
Dead bodies now litter this once clean floor
I take to these stairs and I continue up flights
Should I go down to the garage for the night?
That couldn’t be right! I need to get to the top
But my name's is called, I turn back and stop
The man with the gun is standing behind me
Wants me to lay down, I don’t plan on fighting
I am humbly abiding by his every command
He simply asks me this single question then
He proceeds to ask if I believe in God or not
Most likely, no matter what, I'n gonna be shot
This is the last chance I’ve got to be someone
Go out with a bang, a literal one from his gun
I hear students cry, I watch the carnage unfold
Tears of the ungrateful, the sad rotting of souls
Flesh falls from the mold, the world has failed
Me in the moment, a stupid girl once labeled
Known for lack of faith and love of blasphemy
Now face to face, asked one more task of me
Should I deny a God I hated to acknowledge?
Or continue strong to the end? End of all this
Never going to college never felt so disgusting
I didn't know this kid! Did he know something?
Just then he turns the gun, shooting kids dead
Turns back to me, he is so serious, he says
I look to see a kids head now blown to pieces
God forgive this sad *******, help him Jesus!
I scream out so that the world can hear me!
The Lord is my savior! He is forever near me!
That's my last moment as the trigger is pulled
As my hopes and dreams are fully annulled
Just an ordinary day in a quiet Colorado town
Death won as the gunman took himself down
Just an ordinary day for the parents of teens
Just ordinary funerals and ordinary screams
Common place or out of place? Who knows
From schools to movie theaters, gun control?
Hug children, keep them happy and laughing
Never know when “ordinary days” will happen
Adam Koss/ January 5, 2014
A powerful reminder that school shootings are very real.