Amanda Barnes


I am still waiting for you, in the very same spot.
How anxious I was to see you, until I had been caught
In a sudden strike of violence, born from a secret plan;
Too many injured by the work of one man.
The blast, so bright, I could hardly see,
There was no time to run; there was no chance for me.
Silent, scattered bodies, once so full of life
Bloodied, shattered glass coated the scene of unwanted strife.
What had we done to deserve this end?
What drove this man to make these wounds that he could never mend?
Sheltered lives attempt to mask the fact that this is real
But there's no hiding the thirty-six lost, deaths the whole world would feel.
I only meant to take you home, but I will be the one who will not return.
The life I once took for granted, I will now forever yearn.
I was not there to greet you; I'll never know when you came off the plane
But I will keep waiting.


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