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Signs

Dark messages are passed through my door
Threateningpiercing words of hatred

 

He is here again
and he is waiting for his prey.

 

I try to burn them
but they keeps coming.

 

They multiply like flees
one by one each letter like an egg

 

I can't take the insanity
thoughs words pierce like a knife

 

He says stuff
words of killing and guns

 

I fear this time it is all too real
the picture the words paint

 

The fear the death
the pain the suffering

 

All the signs are clear
yet no one faces the fear

 

Bang! Bang!
the sound from hall

 

Oh no! it is as i feared
it has happened

 

But what to do
for surly i could not do any thing

 

Bang! Bang!
another shot

 

I hear shouts of terror
I bolt the door thinking i would be safe

 

Soon i hear a scream
my roommate comes in gasping for breath

 

Before i could answer she fell to the floor
her side where bleeding

 

There was a trail of blood behind her
I tried to stop the bleeding

 

I yelled in frustration knowing it was no use
She died that terrible night

 

Now all is left are those horrible memories
and the pain of the letters that sat in the coroner

 

If only I noticed the signs...
maybe this wouln't of happened

 

Thirty-two others died that day
and all because no one, not even me,noticed the signs

Author notes

I wrote this as a tribute to the Virginia Tech massacre. This is a story of what it would be like for me if I were a student there.

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  • CountryCousin
    April 25, 2007

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    You put it in a POV.

    You wrote this from the pov of a student that could have been there. I think you did a sufficient job of it.

  • jaie2007
    April 25, 2007

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    I think you misunderstood what I needed.

    I need a poem about one of the victims. There were thirty-three (counting Cho) victims of the massacre. Write a tribute about one of them. Write what you know about them. Put yourself in a friend or family or them mode.