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Why? Why? Why?
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2001 Poetry As I sit here on the floor,
under a table,
unable to move.
I listen to the sounds around me.
The screams,
the shouting,
the guns and explosion.
I wonder to myself,
why?
Why would they do something like this?
Why? Why? Why?
The only word that runs through my mind.
Why?
What caused these two people to do such a horrible thing?
Was it the teasing?
Was it the music?
What was it?
I never thought it would happen here,
at our quiet school,
in our quiet town.
But I was wrong,
very wrong.
My mind becomes overloaded with thoughts.
They consume my mind
till I can no longer concentrate
on my surroundings.
They're right in front of me now,
gun to my head.
What do I do?
What do I say?
Should I run for my life?
Should I scream for help?
But all I can do is sit here and wonder
why?
~*~ Jill ~*~
