Prayers
I aspire to survive the crowded halls in school
Filled with fear as a I trudge around silent as a ghoul.
For the fear of a gun wielding maniac inspires me,
Pushes me to cherish my moments before a killing spree
unable to be carefree in life among all of the others.
I think of my niece, who just turned 7 years old
When asked about an active threat drill my blood turns cold
How do I explain the dangers of a stranger to my little angel?
I plaster on a smile like a suit of armor in place to guard against danger
and I try not to crack as I tell her the ugly truth of the matter.
I think about it day and night.
And in the light I fight,
But in the dark my tears depart.
They say it’s their right to own a gun
That it’s there just for fun
But please answer me this,
Will your prayers help me when a round of bullets run through me?
And as I fall to the ground I wonder, how will my body be found,
Will blood wrap around me like a warm blanket on a cold winter's night?
Do you really think your prayers will help me when my soul takes flight?