NAPLAN
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Halis Khadija Rishamsulkamal, Grade 5
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Poetry
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2015
The clock strikes nine, its time
Tears run down my face
As the time starts
A breath of fear is overwhelming
Can’t think straight.
As time ends
A feeling of worry
Is left in my head
But what can I do?
There’s nothing left.
With no warning
An explosion is happening
It’s not what you think
It’s me that’s gone.