The Room

“I wrote this poem to raise awareness of school shootings as well as to focus on the effects it has in the classroom.”

By Colton Brunson

Walls plastered

with educational posters,

where once innocent minds focused

on the brilliant teacher.

All lay lifeless

drooped over their little chairs

red, velvet red

deeply staining their Minute Maths.

John’s football cards

scattered over his desk

still clinging to the smell of the package,

now cling to a new smell, death.

Uneaten lunches stacked neatly

in the bullet filled cart.

The room that once contained learning and laughter

now grasps a stale silence,

all due to one heinous act.