It was sudden, like a bad dream come to life. <br />She could see him there standing on his morals. <br />Doing what he thought was right, for himself, his family, his country. <br />The Gun was staring straight at her. <br />It was an instance of survival; a timeless game she did not want to play. <br />The screams of those around her was becoming unbearable. <br />All the pain and feeling she had was stewing inside of her. <br />The recurring thought she had felt… was it could be over. <br />Any second, any minute, her life could end. <br />The barrel of the gun was a long dark corridor of death she could enter at any time <br />Helplessness could be seen through the eyes of those around her. <br />A child of four, a grandmother; it was becoming a nightmare. <br />Each person was pleading for this madness to end. <br />Suddenly there was a pop, one after another. <br />Bodies laid lifeless one by one. <br />This dance with death was eminent for her. <br />Closer the pops came as she had to decide; would it be life or death. <br />As the barrel spun back around to her yet again, she decided. <br />She swiftly arose and struggled for the gun, back and forth; <br />they wrestled as she tried to wriggle the gun from his fingers. <br />Over the counter-top they fell, <br />as a loud pop was heard throughout the building. <br />It was sudden, like a bad dream come to life… <br />as her lifeless body fell to the floor. <br />Her eyes grew dim as she could see the light no more.<br /><br />Corey Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-robbery-3/
