gone with the wind

My eyes start to water as I stand frozen still,

My ears continue to ring as I watch the blood spill.

I hear my neighbors screaming as they run down the street,

And I see the police begging us to try and remain discreet.

One, two, three, names I see on the TV screen,

Four, five, six, more names as I try to see what they all mean.

Seven, eight, nine, more families missing someone,

And all I can do is sit and watch the shooter with his shotgun.

Some days I try to be blind,

Blind from the world, and blind from the crime.

I spend my time thinking how someone could be so cruel,

How someone could think it’s cool to shoot up a school.

What happened to all of our safe spaces?

The places we would go to not feel so anxious?

When now, with every corner I turn,

I pray that I’m not the next one to get burned.

Gun control this, and gun control that,

When all I see are more people getting shot at.

I lay my head down, feeling so pinned.

Are we all going to end up gone with the wind?