Tear soaked eyes blind me, pushing through; I attempt to write a sonnet.

My frantically beating heart emits gratitude – Shakespeare isn’t here

to witness bleeding bodies run for cover, scatter to the ground falling on it

Screaming, mass confusion – festive country music morphing into fear

No, love songs are not on my mind, in my head – acrid smoke kills oxygen

Police personal – leading frightened people to safety again and again

Bullets whizzing overhead hit targets, paying no attention to different dialect

A mystery – no racial, cultural, or religious bias – no barriers to deflect

Flowers still bloom, birds still fly, carrying olive branches preparing to sing

Lady Liberty clutches her heart and waves our flag – Red, White & Blue

Apologetic church bells gong, calling out for peace with an earsplitting ring

A man, a gun shop, ammunition, automatic rifles, point at him, her, you

The second amendment shouts, stands firm – swearing it presides

While beneath tears of sorrow, frustration and pain, my sonnet hides…


Nicola is our Blog and Article Editor at InTheRooms.com. Her work has been published internationally in many publications. She is a qualified Reflexologist, Masseuse and Life Coach. She has created content for intherooms.com for many years and was Editor at iloverecovery.com. She has lived with type 1 diabetes since she was 7 years old.

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