Lockdown

Blog 416:

Grey matter snaps
A mental block out
Armed with a shotgun
A man runs to the left and right
Aiming his destructive weapon at someone … everyone …
He feels the brisk movements
But he could not clearly see who or what goes

His warped mind spots shadows
They stir and surround him
They shift and shuffle beside him
They budge over and under him
He feels the brisk movements
But he could not clearly see who or what goes …

“Pow! Pow! Pow! and Rat... tat… tat … !!!”

He pulled the trigger …

“Pow! Pow! Pow! and Rat... tat… tat … !!!”

He pulled the trigger yet again …

Twelve bodies fall
Blood spurts everywhere
Then stillness triumphs …

The bloody sight wakes him
He is morose … sullen …
He screams in deep misery
Then … in the blink of an eye
He decides to point the gun to his head
“Pow!”
He ends the tension

He falls with his victims

Post Script:
At the Navy Yard in Washington, D. C.
Lockdown paralyzes everyone
Thirteen lives fall yet again
Lost to ‘weapons open store’
Lost to P.T.S.D. rage