It’s been a day now, and I am trying to wrap my head around the terrible events of yesterday at Annunciation School in Minneapolis. I’m not sure how to think except to feel the devastation that the students who went through this hell will have to live with going forward. I’ll never be able to embrace their pain. I am only an onlooker. I’ve read every snippet I could find on social media, somehow, I’m trying to piece it all together and it’s impossible. I’m not even talking about gun control as much as I am focused upon the loss of life. 

Yesterday, inherent evil swept into a private school in the city of Minneapolis, and there is no silver lining with this one. Children died horrible deaths, while their friends scrambled around them afraid of being taken out themselves. This on the first day of school, well nearly that, maybe a couple of days. Point being, the school year is not meant to begin this way, and the surviving students will live with it for the rest of their lives. Does this mean they’ll be stronger enduring such pain? Well, we’ll have to wait out those years, and they will go by. Truth being there is no valid reason that these students would be pummeled with such terror, such hate. Decades from now this memory will be strong in their minds. How it changes their take on life remains to be seen. 

So tonight, I’m not writing poetry. I’m basically hanging out at home watching football and escaping the reality of yesterday’s pain. I’m no miracle maker, I’m just a guy that is hurting for the families and the children that went through yesterday’s hell. I’m helpless to know how our administration will make any effort to answer this tragedy with reform. I’m used to things just being swept under the rug in the weeks to come, and that truth makes me sick. 

I’m beyond words, just terribly sad. God save us all. Peace.