Last Thoughts

With beads of sweat on my forehead, And my arms and legs cramped. I concealed in a little locker Away from the horrid mayhem. Damp and worn; fear and torn I seldom gasped for breath, And even tried reciting Othello, Macbeth and Hamlet. Alas, all in vain! Aware with each passing minute, That I would face the same brutal end As my tutors and friends. I heard them moving closer, I say a silent prayer. With final memories of my beloved - I await those crazy monsters. "Bang, Bang!" I hear them shoot. But it now sounds so afar. I drift into a deep slumber, When the door goes ajar.