Hostage
Sitting, crowded, crying,
Shooting, screaming silence.
I sit quietly.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three warning shots.
Three people dead.
Outside people are anxious.
But I'm not.
I just sit quietly.
Waiting.
Waiting for my turn.
Waiting to die.
I know it'll happen.
They won't let me go.
I just wait.
Wait for the Bang!
That will end my pain.
Envelope me with darkness.
Kill me.
I am no longer a hostage.


~This poem was inspired by the school hostage crisis in Russia.