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Jan 2016
Normal day at the office
New York City, can't complain
I wouldn't imagine anything
Going wrong today

Then we hear it...
Terrorists in the building
They're on the lower floor
Wielding guns, killing everyone

Our office goes on lockdown
We pile into one room
I pray to God they don't find us
No one deserves what's about to come

Door kicked open
Gunmen storm in
Screams and cries shriek out
I guess this is the end

They line us up
We cooperate with their commands
Maybe they won't **** us
If we don't make them mad

Then the nightmare begins
One by one they pull us out
In front of everyone so we can see
Stands straight, points gun, bang, on to the next one

I watch and shutter
As the bodies pile up
These were people I knew
And now their lives are done

I can't bear to watch this any longer
I sneak behind the line and hide
Behind a cabinet so they can't see me
Listening, I hear the worst sounds one can possibly imagine
1, 2, 3, Bang, Scream, Repeat

Then a pause
A muttering of foreign tongue
Footsteps creak against the floor
They're looking for more

One of them comes around the corner
He faces me with gun in hand
I lunge at him, grab the weapon, point
Shoot once, twice, three times
It's not so fun when you're the dead man

I look around the corner
More are coming my way
I send a quick prayer to God
Then jump into the fray

I shoot and I shoot
Fighting for my life
Knowing that I'm not going down
Without a fight

One down, two down, three down, four
Blood spatters the walls, bullets fall to the floor
My gun stops shooting, the cartridge is empty
There's no way to fight now
Need to find another way out

Throw the gun at the window
It cracks but doesn't shatter
"It's worth a shot," I tell myself
Then I flee from my cover

I sprint at full speed
As the bullet **** by
One of two hit me
But I keep fighting to survive

I lower my shoulder
Slam into the window
It shatters, I fall, I'm out
But the ground is quickly coming to meet me

I hit the ground with a smack
Glass raining down around me
People are looking at me and the building
Trying to discover what just happened

I get up slowly, painfully
A puddle of blood where I laid
People ask if I'm okay
But I tell them to run away

I run and I stumble
Away from the building
I'm slowly losing consciousness
Not knowing if I'm going to make it

Down the street I go
Searching vigorously for help
My vision is going out
I guess this is it

I awoke in my bedroom
I'm okay, all is well
Heck of a nightmare
Keep me away from that hell
This was one of those very realistic and vivid dreams where you see everything...I saw the blood, I heard the gun shots and the window shattering, I watched as people feared for their lives.
Part Time Poet
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Part Time Poet  22/M/Ohio
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