A Child's War

• Zoe Singer, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2013

As I watch this world start to crumble under my eyes,
I start to realise that I may not survive.

I pray that this is all just a bad dream,
but no matter how hard I pinch,
I know it's reality.

Each time the gun sounds,
I hear a terrified shriek from the grounds.

I go to take cover in my home,
but what is left of it is pointless, powerless, and entirely forgotten.

I realise that I took everything I had for granted,
but I can't turn back time, or change the way I acted.

As I am the only one left that did survive,
there are only crumbs left on that plate,
the plate beneath my eyes.