I feel I should warn readers that this poem is about a sensitive subject, and it may upset anyone that knows someone or has been involved in such a situation themselves........... This poem is based on some true events.
“All I wanted was someone to talk to”
He wasn't the same that morning,
In fact he wasn't the same all day,
Not his usual dry sense of humour,
He’d normally have something to say.
His friends, confused with his silence,
Tried the best that they could,
But he just stared right through them,
Everything they tried did no good.
Worried, they went to the teacher,
To ask him what he could do,
“I'm sure it’s just a bad day” he said,
“He’ll not talk to me, if not you”.
The day seemed to drag on forever,
Each class, just as boring as the next,
Then finally the home bell rang loudly,
The sound of it got him quite vexed.
He through his bag on his shoulder,
Then crashed his way through the door,
His loyal friends tried to follow him,
But were stopped, with the sight they saw.
He stood at the end of the corridor,
His bag he'd thrown to one side,
In his hands a Walther p22 caliber,
His so called friends had nowhere to hide.
One boy tried to console him,
Raising his hands to show him no harm,
A loud crack came from the hand gun,
The young boy was hit in the arm.
Silence washed through the students,
Except for the bleeding boy on the floor,
The assassin walked slowly forward,
Aimed and shot the crying boy once more.
His face was paste white and death like,
As he randomly fired at the crowd,
Cries and screams filled the hallway,
And the discharging gun rang out loud.
While stepping across fallen comrades,
He loaded the firearm yet again,
Gazing up he noticed his teacher,
Not shot, but screaming in pain.
“All I wanted was someone to talk to,
Someone that wasn't a kid,
How could I tell my friends what had happened,
Explain to them the things that he did”.
The teacher asked “why all the children,
Surly it was nothing they did”,
Raising the gun to his forehead,
He replied, “Maybe the parents will now appreciate their kids”.
The telephone rang in the office,
As did the sound of the gun,
The shaken teacher lifted the receiver,
To be told of the boys dead dad and mum.
Too often the tragedy of these times we live in...You told this sad story very well...What a sad song!...Reminds me of a poem I wrote once called "What About Tomorrow?" Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
this is a very sad story. you have captured the events so well.