Walls of Breath

uncertainty
builds up
the four walls of pressure

9am in the morning
a usual day at school
choir practice per normal
the bored voices of students

a loud sound goes off
a chemistry explosion?
something bigger

and the choir hushes
to the rhythm of pounding hearts
one more shot into the hall window
and the chaos starts

running students
terrorized teachers
uncertain people

11.21am
lives are changed forever
throughout the hall
more blasts sounding
more shattered windows
more glass lying on the floor
the demonic splintering the angelic

terrorized by their surroundings
everyone looks over
a student prays
another cries
a teacher bleeds
the rest stare in stunned confusion

gunfire, blasts, crackling, ringing
what next?
too soon, too young, too scared
paralysed

12.03pm
the silence and darkness of the library
angels can be seen
embracing the lifeless
their wings flicker faintly
soft humming of hymns are heard
the walls start breathing

i lie on my bed
numb, emotional, non-feeling
crying out for answers
why? it was too soon
i was too young
im crying out into the silence

cause only the silence
can embrace my uncertainty

and with the silence
the walls start breathing again