This is a poem by a guest writer on the blog, in special tribute to the victims of the massacre in Orlando, Florida.
Shattered Rainbows
You were simply out.
The music, lights, people all around.
Then in an instant, noise and fear.
Did the music stop?
Or were the bangs a new discordant beat?
I think I’d hide.
Run.
Cower.
Cry.
(Quietly).
And think of everyone I wouldn’t see again.
And imagine all the things I might never know.
And loved ones I would leave behind to mourn, in disbelief
That this was real, not pictures on the news,
But something that had happened now, to them.
Anon.
