This poem is called running... I made it for my l.a lit poem assignment and my teacher was very impressed.. She said this is why im in honors Lit and Comp next year...
No stopping as I ran through the jungle
The echo of rifle fire rang through the forest like thunder in a mountain valley
The explosions and the sound are like the war is inside me
I run as the world goes quiet
Everything is like a blur as I fall in the hole of sorrow and grief
All I think about is home and silence
I just want to go home