Whizzing by with blinding speed
Slight trickle as I start to bleed
Searing hot burning arm
Bone and arteries missed, ne need for alarm
Another shot rings out
Of it's intent no doubt
It's target is me
The source I can not see
Running for cover
Until the shooter I discover
Bullets fly by like angry bees
Originating from behind the trees
Behind the building I duck
Wood chips fly as the building is struck
Heart pumping rapidly with fear
My death so near
Clothes soaked with sweat
Volley of bullets hasn't stopped yet
A sudden eerie silence
An end to the violence
Lungs gasping for air
Anxiety too much to bare
Silently I sit and listen
In the sun, my skin does glisten
Slowly regaining my calm
An end to the alarm
To my phone I reach
For help I beseech
Sudden roar overhead
Losing all dread
Air support has arrived
Another close call, I have survived
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