I heard a loud noise
and then popping sounds.
As my feet left the floor,
bodies fell to the ground.
In view of a gun
and his cold piercing eyes.
Knowing the end was near
yet wanting to stay alive.
For in a split second,
I tried to run.
Found myself in peril
and adjacent to a gun.
I had a decision
to make that day.
A chance to live
or die this way?
Caught in the middle,
of death and despair.
Faced with the truth
or fight if I dare?