7 miles away,
Sitting the the library.
This was my sanctuary.
11 am, starting at the clock
watching the second hand tick.
"Come on 8 minutes!" I would say.
I didn't know.
They didn't tell us.
8 minutes passes by and time for lunch.
April 20, '99 and 15 dead.
7 miles away,
walking around the school
looking for something to eat.
12 Noon, looking at the clock,
My friend's phone rings.
"No, I'm in class. I'm not watching news,"
she said.
I didn't know.
They didn't tell us.
math class passes by and time for Government.
April 20, '99 and 15 dead.
1pm, looking at the TV,
my friend looking on.
"what's going on?" I asked
eating my sandwich.
I know now.
But they didn't tell us.
I watched them all, running out of the school.
I saw him. I saw him fall.
The teacher so scared.
Police didn't help him at all.
I heard the news later that day...
It was so hard to believe,
Silver and Blue ribbons line the way.
"I can't believe it happened," I would say.
I knew, but
They didn't tell us at all.
I didn't want to believe,
to go home from that place wet.
Soaked with tears of my friends.
Watching others leave
because of what they would wear
It's a nightmare here.
They didn't want to listen when we warned them.
They didn't want to listen and we told them.
So it happened anyway on that day.
To hard to think of. I don't want to speak of
April 20, '99 and 15 dead
...in Columbine
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Submission Name: 15
