Empty Spaces

• Emily Davis, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2015

The bullets fired,
don't make a sound.
i try to scream,
but I'm not found.

Why can't I find
this stealthy sniper.
they wreck my soul,
they are just bribers.

why do these empty spaces chose the weak?
but i can only blame myself.
for the path I chose is up to me.
the bullet holes will heal themselves.