* Trigger Warning: Violence *
the static crackle voices break
the heavy air still shrill with hate
sweat, blood and screams pierce through his soul
the darkest evening of the year.
he gives his radio a shake
to ask if there is some mistake.
the only other sound’s the sweep
of easy wind and clanging gate.
the school is hollowed, dark and bleak,
“but I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep.”
*Embellishments on the words by Robert Frost in Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening