Dazed

• Alex Gleed, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2004

He wakes,
He is dazed and wonders where he is,
His jumper is wet,
It is not sweat from a bad dream,

But blood and everything is real,
He moves his lips to talk,
And there is a sear of pain,
As he touches his face,

His face is shapeless,
And his vision is blurred,
He feels repulsed as another man stares at him,
He needs to know what happened,

Hopefully he will.