Teen Poetry Collections

When Death Comes Suddenly

by Ron (age 13)

When Death comes suddenly and violently
You chase after it, or it follows you
You grab it, or it grabs you
And you hold on, or are held by

This is about my memories and emotions
The things I've heard, smelled, touched, tasted
The things I've seen
The things I've imagined
The things I've felt
The way I feel today

The things I've heard
Gunshots. It wasn't really loud because they were right in front of me. More
than 100 shots from automatic weapons. They shot the whole car up. Plus
my cousin got shot 15 times.

The things I've touched
I held his hand. He lived for three hours when he got fixed up. His hand
was soft, clean. And I had a flashback at the time. I could have died.

The things I've tasted
We just finished eating at McDonald's. We'd kicked it that day. Gone
to the mall. A bag of new clothes on the backseat got shot up. There was
cotton all over the place.

The things I've seen
I just seen some people going hella slow. They just started dumping.
Sprayed up the whole car. I loved my cousin. He was my boy. An
ambulance came, picked him up, but I didn't see. I had to go in
the house. They didn't want me to get involved.

The things I've imagined
I could imagine his survival, but I was worried about his brain being
damaged. He was shot in the chest. I was surprised he lived to see the
hospital. I could imagine him in a wheelchair, paralyzed.

The things I've felt
They pulled up, and the straps sounded like cap guns. My cousin said, "Get
down." That's when he got shot up. I was hella shocked. At the same time
that he was trying to hold me down, he was reaching for his gun. He was one
of those people who didn't feel pain. He once came walking to my house
with a bullet in his stomach.

The way I feel today
I feel cool. I don't feel mad. I don't feel sad. I don't feel happy. I just feel
normal. I wish I would have stayed home instead of asking if we could go
kick it. I wish it would have never happened.