The Gunman's Power

Silence reigns in the room,
As my friend announces the news.

Shooting.

It all sounds surreal.

Her eyes show the panic we all feel.
Our friends and her boyfriend were trapped
Behind the walls,
Prisoners of the gunman's power.

Our lives seemed muted.
Paused.
As we waited to hear from our friends.

Imagining the worst, we stood by our phones.
Waiting.
Silently praying they lay untouched.

We sat by the television,
Watching for any updates.
Hoping, praying.

The day was a blurr of mixed emotions,
As unfocused students roamed the halls,
Worried, Anxious.

The same thought ran through all our heads:
It could have been me.
I could have been there, trapped behind those walls.
I could have been there,
Blood staining my surroundings.
Lifeless.

It could have been me.

*about the shooting... i can't even begin to explain how i felt... worried, nervous, sick, horrified,... i felt it all...