Fading Away

• Majella Pickard, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2019

Hear we go
we fight in fear
Staying low
Putting on my gear

Saying my goodbyes
Watching them go
As I might nearly die
Standing with my bow

A bullet hits
I am down
I get kicked
My face is a frown

I am still lying on the ground and
I’m not going home
Because It’s all just one dangerous playground