Overrun

• Nathan Hang, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2009

The bullets in my heart are bleeding
My soul a drifting decay
The sounds are finally stopping
The hazy, thick gas blinding the day
The screams of men are fading
Their bodies buried in the array
The old keep is crumbling
It was from the very first day
My mind is playing a movie
Of how we became this way
The beacon had whined in the last hour
Retreat was too late