Battle Fields

• Tai Edrupt, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2015

Running in the battle fields,
Dust everywhere.
It just keeps growing,

Bombs ringing in my ears.
I'm dodging them all.

I breathe in dust,
just a bit too much.
It makes me dizzy.

I feel a fuzz in my shoulder.
I've been shot.
It feels like the end.