Darkness
Light
Silence
Deafening Blasts
A tumult of sensations
Too much
Too fast
Life
Death
What am I doing?
Why am I here?
Dirt in my eyes
In my lungs
In my skin
Heat
Haze
Running
Shouting
Gunfire
Everyone down
Dust
Fear
Listen
Wait
Pounding heart
Heavy breath
Reload
Wait
Think
Survive.
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | April 9, 2009 - 07:32
Short, sharp and to the point. Such is this poem. Very effective.
Tina:-)