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...
Ryan
Running
No stopping as I ran through the jungle
Boots clapping
Men yelling
Bullets Screaming
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
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